hear the voices screaming
a chorus of the dead
mocking hating cussing
a war inside your head
broken promises lies and memories
black deals sealed by hand
you do things for the fun of it
your excuse is cause you can
ever thing there was a concequence
ever thing youd pay
for each drop of blood you spil
you add another day
to the punishment you get
a count down to your demise
each day an added pain
till you finally realise
from blood shed there comes hate
that only brings forth pain
its high time you were punished
before you do it all again
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i do not fear death...i fear grappiling hooks and door knobs...and the occasionall moose.....and whole milk *shudders* especially whole milk...
~Robin
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Love is not a logical emotion, it will not obey the sides of reason that is the first thing you must learn, love happens. There is no rational for it. You can not control it or the passion it arouses.
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im sorry for my waste of space...but i guess my apoilgy just makes it bigger...
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Love is not a logical emotion, it will not obey the sides of reason that is the first thing you must learn, love happens. There is no rational for it. You can not control it or the passion it arouses.
this is great
I love the intensity and the flow of the poem...
excellent job!
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_____`·.,I HATE YOU!!! but with a heart
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im sorry for my waste of space...but i guess my apoilgy just makes it bigger...
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