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Click herei just wanted to say this poem is so unusual for me,but it had its owm breath,
Morous fill shards of agony peirce my sorrow
ladden heart,bittersweet misery,yet it beats
on determined to make me feel every tortured,
labored beat.
Mentaly exauhsted,ive nothing left for you to
rape,youv'e taken all that matterd,you've soiled
all I held dear.
Introverted a sunken hulk,a fragil ghostly shell
of my former vibrant self,ripped away any joy
which i harvested,nourished with love ones.
Downtrodden spitrit stagnant,systems filthy
venom coarsing through me,delivered posthumously
by hideous creatures lusty fangs.Dripping bile,mingles
into vericose veins,rotting flesh ripped away,maggot
infested wounds its gift to me.
Oh how desserted thoughts have become,sun I scoff
at you for its permenant night eternal,which reins
inside my mind,ripe with a new fear,iv'e developed
a craving for lonliness,a tasty morsel to my palate of
self inflicted cruelty.
No longer able to fend off increasing attacks on my
belief in humanity,how shall I resist this desire to let
morality slip into unfathomable abyss,comfortable
levels of despair my home,well how was your day?
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