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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
As the Curtains are falling....
He walked the gravest night
That decrepit final juncture
Of doom and negativity
Reeking of death
And the gloom of His end

Tripping through the Black forest of his mind
Each Gnarled tree Copiously giving sour fruit laced with Ominous dreams
Darkened skies, Thick fog rolling in.
He Can't get out, there is No Escape for him.

He used To be the Apple of his loves eye.
But That was then and now he is nothing more then a Blistering sty
She'll take this Lightly, she'll laugh it off
If only she knew this was his last good bye
Doubtful if he matters or not
His Body found Or Left to rot

When the wrong die were cast, he was cast out to die
And though he tried his very best
It was not enough to Keep a heart he wasn't meant to have

Day In and Day out
He was alone, But he still had hope in his heart
For One Hour a day, he was in Complete happiness
But the other 23 he was enshroud in darkness
A sad Pathetic life he Lived, Like a junkie waiting for his next fix
His life was worth less then a junkie's
For the more he tried, the More he lost.

He tried as hard as he could, he tired his best
to stay in school, to pass his tests,
To make the grade and have no regress
But that was a dream, it never happened.
He's a failure, A sad boy set on a path to his bitter end.

In the Cold rain that fell sick with Lament
He stood there cold and wet, His life tired and spent
Arterial spray splattered the ground
Slashed wrists, Bloodied Canvasses
A razor embedded its self into his bone

There's no way now he can be saved
His tendons cut, his wrists slashed deep to the bone
On his cut and torn knees, he slumps to the ground
After 20 long minutes pass, he slips away

2 Days later, and still no one misses him
Between a wrought iron fence and gnarled trees
Slumped down in a puddle of blood and mud, covered by autumn leaves
and atrocious poetry.

The pages gently blowing the the cold frost bitten wind, Spell out his last words
His Final Good-bye
She took it lightly, To bad it was his last chance
At least he tried,but he tried to hard and lost it all.....





 
 
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