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Poetry By: Lex The Damned
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Darkness from the Soul


Submitted:Oct 1, 2006    Reads: 139    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


01 October 2006 10:59am�Because by justifying that truth exists...and by believing as I do that I am part of nothing but my own warped reality...truth MUST be an illusion�

01 October 2006 13:03pm

Love. Leave and let go on to die. Leave and continue to breathe. Breathe the toxic waste of mankind and feel it pollute your lungs. Suffocating you from the inside. Suffocating you on your thoughts. Suffocating you on what you don't know. On what you'll never know.

Leaving yourself behind so you can run away to other parts of the unknown. To the other parts of where there is no answers. To places that live off thoughts that make no sense. To places where you're not wanted. Just like you're not wanted here. Like you were never wanted. Anywhere.

Run away. Save yourself. Die.

� 01 October 2006 13:12pm�

I cannot please you forever. I cannot please you at all.





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