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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The bells of my whit chime, I can finally see. Life is found in Lifeless, and death found in society. Striving for material, We are meaningless Fear should hide in fear of losing harmony. Life is a chance I will take. A promise that should not break. This ocean is but a lake. But the sea behind my soul stretches for forever Finding my mind is harder than i thought then again my thoughts are buried in sadness, and insanity A cut to my wrist is a kiss on the lips to a slut. Grab my hand shove me to the floor its what i deserve. Soon you will find a blood flood... as my heart decides that tonight with the crickets screaming, smoke rising, hope failing, eyes dying soul fading, that life isn't worth the struggle my heart can't take no more I struggle through it all, With these tear filled eyes, My soul continues to cry, With bated breath I wait, For deaths Silent goodbye. I wait and cant take no more, My heart is bleeding on the floor, my breath is catching in my chest, As I wait for my last rest... I close my eyes and see That there was always so much more to life Much more I should have pushed myself to be Instead I paved a road of hell and strife And of all the choices that fell to me The path I chose was never for the best. Perhaps less traveled by then the norm. But it lay twisted, with shadows, that haunted me. If only i had gone another way. Could i have been spared? I trudge wearily on this long and treacherous path, never to see the light once more. The fog of desperation settles, The acid drops of pain fall, The voices work, clawing their way out. There is nothing left, but Creeping shadows and death mists. Is there no purpose? No beginning and end? All one sees is the woeful and never-ending darkness.
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