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DEXTEROUS ANGUISH
It seems not to know when to end
Words that proceeds are incomparable
What I await in the end is my morte
Death is what no one wishes for
There is no one who wants life to end
The only one who seems distrained
I am displeased by my society
It transcends anguish in my soul
But cessation I await with a smile
All my wears and tears on earth remains
No one to help me estimate my worth
I am ...
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:14 pm
The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul
{The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul}
The darkness within us
is feeding us constant
painful death cries that
sometimes sound's so bitter
sweet to our ears as they slowly
bleed red-white-blue while
being covered in blackish
gothic tattoos
But as the silent lies makes
us want to continue to cry out
in that gothic tattooed pain as we
merely t...
Wednesday 28th February 2018 2:24 am
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