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The Keys to hell, my cousins

Contributed by dark_poet on Thursday, 14th August 2008 @ 12:43:47 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



The keys to hell
open doors for evil fiends to dwell
these people are my cousins
flesh and blood they are suppose to be


remember me when I was down on poverty
amateur acts like they cared, but that was devastating
tenderly me thought of you as somebody
someone I could trust, not on me for you to bust


rest assure I finally realized
like wind you are felt and heard
our paths meet when you passed by
as I am the leaf that is left with burden
brown, seared and left trodden


tick you are gone tock my life goes on
like your superior
hovering me through the air
a quick chat and then a sudden drop
our paths that met, during that drift
we had nothing to mention
as i sat long and vanished
desiderated turned into burnt ashes
Where my life flashes with you making it disastrous

the keys to hell
I wish for calamity wishing for your demise
wishing for the fear and pain for once in your eyes
Dies, a wish that is breaking me in two. On one hand
I wish it was true but on another hand this wish has
My gut in a twist…




Copyright © dark_poet ... [ 2008-08-14 12:43:47]
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Re: The Keys to hell, my cousins (User Rating: 1 )
by eeeitak on Saturday, 30th August 2008 @ 07:07:56 AM AEST
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this has a really cool vibe about it, and I especially love the last stanza, with all the repetition of the word "wish". Great write!! :D


Re: The Keys to hell, my cousins (User Rating: 1 )
by maggot on Tuesday, 2nd September 2008 @ 02:50:20 PM AEST
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good write




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