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"Evils Remorse"
An alley of darkness where evils gather-
the stench of rot, a bloody shower.
Self-mutilation, but cuts of shame-
this darkest hour, they drip my name.
Burning soul of mine, eternal this prison-
cascading red with the blood of children.
Not I, but they will be forgiven-
for from the depths of hell, I have risen.
To devour the guiltless, I lay in wait-
for euphoric oblivion. I am the drug of hate.
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"Dad" An Addict's Life
Our poor dad, he looks so frail
It really is such a shame.
His mind is now gone,
He doesn't even know
Stupid high
where did you go?
you used to be spectacular.
what happened to the parties and all of the glamour?
my pockets full
by T. Matzke
This is my poem to you, little brother
The first poem; the last poem.
The poem that says I don't want to cry for you.
You, with
There's No Turning Back
There was no turning back, I closed my eyes and let it take me
The memories of when I was me faded
Now you'll want, but you won't need.
Now the fight begins.
The dark inside wants to reclaim you.
Now we'll see who wins.
Draw
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