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Oscuro

Contributed by desciple on Thursday, 19th May 2011 @ 06:47:16 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Perhaps it was my dark side,
Trapped between here and the far side.
Hidden in the shadow's where I feel at home,
Where I can relax...calm and alone.
But, treacherous times have pushed me to the point,
To where my mind is gone and insanity has set in.
The voices that corrupt the world,
Well...I fought'em off as long as I could.
But, they got in.
Breaking my mentality,
Separating my heart from morality.
So many words...everything confabulated,
Every move miscalculated.
Criminal actions were contemplated,
Desperate moments meant desperate measures,
...And I never hesitated.
Living life to close to the edge, hanging on by this single thread.
Not much time left,
Grains sifting through the hour glass, seconds slipping through my hand.
My tolerance running short,
My vision becoming foggy,
And the demons are getting tougher to shake off me.
I can't stand it,
I'm feeling way to confused,
My conscience trying to intrude.
My will...tired and abuse.
I'm not one to quit...But, someone has to lose.




Copyright © desciple ... [ 2011-05-19 18:47:16]
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Re: Oscuro (User Rating: 1 )
by RachelSixx on Friday, 27th May 2011 @ 05:05:14 PM AEST
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Beautifully written, I absolutely love it. It's so powerful and just amazing, great job.


Re: Oscuro (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Thursday, 19th April 2012 @ 05:26:23 PM AEST
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I like the style of this: succumbing, doing the things you would not do. Sounds like remorse and apathy. I have moments like that myself. I have not posted a poem in a long time because of these thoughts. Just have to keep your head above the water.




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