Depraved Poems - Poems about Depraved

(By GreatFaith) My human heart fails me. My soul is burdened with crisis. And strong is it’s depravity, Vengeance is longed with savagery. They say it’s worse than this, My human heart fails me. The sorrow and pain exceeds thee, And hopefulness isn't hard to miss. And strong is it’s depravity! Fear holds me in captivity! My heart wants their blood to fall...

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A maid, lovely and just as fair, is a flower, a bloom, afresh even when no sunshine's o'er there. In spirit and in youthful flesh, so magnificent past compare, she softly glows, with skin so fresh. With youth and loveliness...

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The mirror stared back this morning With the emptiness of a past that Eludes the blankness of the stare. Ageing...living...pleasure are mere Illusions of an existence of nothingness. Where art thou my soul? The day of unfulfilled imagery of dreams, Fed by the desperation of simply being, Taking up space so not to create a vacuum Of blackness, thick as infinity. Life...

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As dust doth settle upon your casket I do not weep, mine eyes remain dry as the warmest summer days on land And though those around me stare I know in confusion For they have not seen inside you or myself, as we do Thy ears perk at hissing, while eyes unfocused in panic For a split second on your resting...

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Sordid lunatic relentless beatings, given by his parents, were daily worn! Suppressing anguish and heartfelt wounds, takes on an evil form! His heart is scarred, there is terror inside,...

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There once was a man quite depraved A voluptuous life was thus craved ... Well, continuous sin Ended doing him in - On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’...

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dont understand and cant stand cruel hearts and for the most part dont care too im not like you dont miscontrue the way i feel to be real mean cuz i mean, look u stay a closed book take a look at yourself its unhealthy to bottle up inside and hide from everyone you gotta...

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I dont understand and cant stand cruel hearts and for the most part dont care to im not like you dont miscontrue the way i feel to be real mean cuz i mean, look u stay a closed book take a look at yourself its unhealthy to bottle up inside and hide from everyone you...

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What can save me from this desolate road I'm beginning to weave? Maybe acceptance of pain and a touch of greed. Pack my bags and say "Forget the Rest." But I jest. . . Because it's from the Rest that I see I am blessed What a mess. Take off your shirt and turn around, let me see that knife wound. Even...

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