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Harasthmas

Poetry By: Death Holy
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In times of our lives we do at times run into situations that can stumble and defeat our lives and minds. Breaking down the human cataclysm. When we feel out of control of your own lives.


Submitted:Aug 23, 2009    Reads: 90    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


I feel the pain that burrows within, It dwells deep causing racouse'n pain

Burning the insides, Dieing with human flesh in an abyss

Plague of the heart, Loved ones betraying your soul

Gaining the honor for respect, Repayed with the greatest disrespect

I do not care, I feel no more

This hurt flows throughout, Eating away at what I am

One says they are right, Another says your wrong

Why does this hurt, Why don't I fight

Out of love for them, They I do not wish to hurt

So forgive me when I fight, I do what I must

I am who I am, Nobody can tell me otherwise





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