Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by InnerStrength, Jul 3, 2007.

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  1. InnerStrength

    InnerStrength Well-Known Member


    Whatever holds me to this world
    Is full of a sinister delight
    Causing a fractured mental state
    And unmatched levels of surreal hate

    That sadistic prick lost above the sky
    Eats away at anything showing promise and purity
    He must spawn corruption
    Only to see it fester

    His hatred for me bleeds in the crimson
    Of a falling sun
    Watching my spirit being undone

    I have a question for this sinister, supreme being:
    Why do you create what you hate?
  2. InnerStrength

    InnerStrength Well-Known Member

    I wish I had a more normal writing style, perhaps then more people could relate...and make me fee less alone...
  3. The_Discarded

    The_Discarded Staff Alumni

    Aw. I know how you feel.


    But don't worry about it. Your writing style's unique, and I like it. A lot. A whole lot.

    This poem's very, very well-written, and I'm impressed.

    Plus, I can relate, if it's any consolation. =)

  4. InnerStrength

    InnerStrength Well-Known Member

    Thank you :)
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  5. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

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