From Withtin

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this poem just started flowing into my head and i had to write it down. i probably should have been doing my school work..

From Within

Beyond the enormous gates of hell,

the boiling masses begin to swell.

Rither, writhe, slither free,

from the eternal depths of me.

Black and cold, the ice of sin,

comes from deep, deep within.

Torment, torture, please not again,

Iwant to be free, I want to win.

Every time the deamons come,

I try my hardest to not succumb.

Their teasing and pleading,

with their forked tongues.

They beg and plead for me to see,

all the 'joys' of their 'fun'.

I've given in to many time before,

I've see their fun, but no more.

I shall not succumb, this time I'll win,

and lock all my deamons, deep within.

Submitted: March 10, 2010

Poetry evil self help inner strength deamons

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Cullen24Bryant

Wow..yes...it is official...you are very talented!!This poem just reinforced my theory!!haha

My favorite part was:

"Rither, writhe, slither free,

from the eternal depths of me.

Black and cold, the ice of sin,

comes from deep, deep within."

For some reason that just struck me!! I love it alot...I actually think I like this poem more than your other one...I'm not sure!!I am going to read your other poem again and try to choose!!haha

Any who great poem!! And have a great night!!

Wed, March 10th, 2010 2:01am

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haha thank you :]
i like it to.
like i mentioned, the first 2 lines just came out of my mout out of no where and i just kept writing and this came out :] lol

Tue, March 9th, 2010 8:54pm