A Fallen Boy

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When all your hope is gone...

Submitted: May 20, 2010

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To achieve catharsis, that's my dream.
To my dismay, It is arduous
You, with life so easy, make me scream.
You live a life so promiscuous.
It makes me sick to the core, so deep--
that perhaps the brightest beacon shining,
could not illuminate for you dear.
Alas, you cannot hear me screaming--
despite how I tackle my own fears,
accepting fate, nothing left to reap.

This strife I hold so far rooted in .
my own heart causes grief far beyond
my realm of comprehension; you win.
To annihilate all but this bond
that the both of us share together.
It's all too easy to end it all,
to bring the red of rose to my pale
skin, leaking red cells of life that gall
cannot possibly heal for my frail
soul is so well-tarnished forever.


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