Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by cthulhu, Sep 12, 2006.

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  1. cthulhu

    cthulhu Well-Known Member

    wrong buton on the title as this is in fact #42

    around it gose
    my mind
    my thoughts
    a torent of blood and pain
    a avalance of vomit and agony
    the world grows cold and so dose my soul
    i burn with a cold fire
    consuming me
    doubled over in agony and hate
    tasting the bile of my past rising in me
    like so much biterness
    my contempt for this hollow shell of a hamn
    it knows now bounds
    i crave the light to fill it with
    the insperation to elivate it from it dark cold reses with in this empty world
    of cigerets and frozen dinners
    a wastland of lost dreams and empty promiss
    this is life
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