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The Tune of Doom

Poetry By: Nessly305
Poetry



how we mold ourselves and others


Submitted:Aug 22, 2007    Reads: 108    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


So you came before me, and theres nothing much to see.


You have to bleed, and breath just to be.

But im born into the sick, darkness of a unholy pool.

Molded by out of control leeches, and followed by the dumbfounded fool.

Where are the true, and the rightious?

All the evil we spiral through, no way to fight this.

The blackness can wait, for its light.

Cant stop the hate, but i try in depite.

Knowing your right there, explaining what ive felt.

With my blank stare, and thinking of the sins under my belt.

Im already in fire, there is a hell.

A vampire, once an angel has fell.

My taste has gone bad, and i crave a sweet girls blood.

Passing you by is so sad, death washing you away with its flood.

Ive dug way farther then i knew i could, for far to long.

Living again feels good, then all the dead made it wrong.

Suicide divided by five, and you take it with a knive.

Suicide times 2, and it could be you.

Suicide small and big, they'll throw you in a hole they dig.

Caskets decorated in flowers, and shiny colors.

Corrupt infatuation with deaths powers, they were your brothers.

Betrayed by what you beleived, and of whom.

Again we deceived, and found your own doom.





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