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For My Morbid
Contributed by
DeathChild
on
Friday, 11th February 2005 @ 06:49:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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So here I am, cold and lonely, waiting on your empty promises.
Can it be harder to confront a more painful truth?
Always there to stare me right in my blank eyes?
Seeing to the deepest, darkest corners of my soul?
You do not love me, you never will. Damn you.
Couldn't you see the fire you instilled in me?
It burns my whole being, day and night, neverending.
A more sadistic lie you could never have told.
I guess I didn't seem tortured enough for you.
My constant anarchy, my life, is above you.
Must be why I fell so bloody hard. My abyss.
My fault for loving such a morbid beauty.
But here I am, always, just waiting, for you my love.
Copyright ©
DeathChild
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2005-02-11 06:49:05] (Date/Time posted on
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