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Trembling, quivering on it's edge My life nears it's last step
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Having looked upon all the errors in my ways,
I've come to the conclusion I have wasted many days.
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A blackened night, Where the world has grown cold.
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4.) Titles/"Angel With Black Wings"
by Dark passenger
15 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 11 6:35 PM. In War, Angry, Hate, Life, Sad, Pain, Dark, Death, Loss, Anger, Angel, Afterlife, Ash
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Currently unfinished. A journey through the underworld, mingled with some liberties. Homage to my five years of Latin.
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poor girl, her end so tragic
with love in her arms
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Forever stretches out his hand: Ages pass, eyelids droop.
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The angels I pray for. Never answer my calls. They don’t pick me up when I’m down.
by Dark passenger
15 lines, 7 comments,
on Jul 15 2:10 PM. In War, Angry, Hate, Life, Sad, Pain, Dark, Death, Loss, Anger, Angel, Afterlife, Ash
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This is the story if a tragedy life of pain and misery
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After my last breath, I'll still have nowhere to be loved,
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Do spirits cry, I wonder
From heaven, where you lie
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I didn't want this. I wanted you.
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There is warm place that we will all find someday
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you kept your promise returning
to say bye as a dove
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There she lies, Eyelashes like a fallen angel's wings
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Afraid to live, afraid to die,
I lay between two dreaful fates;
by Frodofan
34 lines, 8 comments,
on Jan 27 10:58 AM. In dark, love, angst, pain, hell, death, thoughts, afterlife, justice, rhyme
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dead girls are hard to look at when they're girls you knew
therapy's great but all I can talk about is you
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Does death ride a pale horse,
The color of indulgence and cream?
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For when I stand There in the end
by jeffery Harrison
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 23 11:32 AM 2008. In Fantasy, Hope, Life, Nature, Other, Fight, Afterlife, Thoughts, Spiritual
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Alive I shall be...Forever
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Walk up the bride Lay down your head
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Twenty years of this life and I wanna leave this world behind
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it didn't take me long to realize heaven was dull
and you weren't coming
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my arm gets hot and wet
I can't see anything yet
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even if I'm only there
to tease your spirit
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Bleeding wounds across your chest,
your mind replaying old regrets;
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A beaten, used and dirty path follows him,
As he steps onto the glass walkway.
by rainz3d
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 9 6:06 AM 2008. In Afterlife, God, Philosophical, Spiritual, Thoughts, Weird, Dark, Death, Self
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Veins of silver and gold headlights
Smear the serenity of impending dusk,
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The Judging, the Weighing, has begun
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I recently had a dream that reintroduced me to something. For someone who lives his life realizing how valuable "time" is, it surprised me that I could still get a little scared of the unknown moment when I cease to exist phy
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Persistent is this wind that blows against me.
The tears of skies plastered on my face.
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Death's no escape, just a means to a beginning
Where we can kill each other for eternity
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in grey, only the people grow old / and primroses never come out / in summer; / water asphyxia hangs like fish-bones / from daffodils, / an
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Across the barrier of death I walk / Through the breath taking dust / Life has no boundries / When it throws out disgust / The grains of time were lost of me / Before I could let go of my last breath / As I r
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In the 3rd Bardo, Cerebus
Let Charon know who to
Show the Other Way out.
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The Truth About Heaven is that / It's not all rainbows and sunshine / It's darkness and pain / It's not an escape / It's filled with acid rain / There's no escape for the wicked / No escape for the blessed / Bab
by Atrophya
59 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 10 1:09 AM 2007. In Pain, sad, love, loss, afterlife, lyrics thoughts, death, suicide, emo
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So… / how does your fibula smell today, / Harvey my boy, Harvey my boy? / I can’t really tell, William, my friend, / it’s jammed up against
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If only there was, in the grand scheme, / A bridge that spanned the river Styx. / For then the dead and the living could walk between, / And dull the pain that death inflicts. / I'd cross that bridge to
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I am he that walks in the graveyard, / That strolls in the moonlit fields, / Welcoming the dead souls to their graves, / And dancing with s
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ce n'est pas ce que tu penses, je te promets!!!!!
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For many years I have dreamed Of a place of peace and warmth
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