dark secrets
Night has come
I lay here dead
Blood dripping
wild screams
fearful dreams
tortures pain
my life in vain
i want to cry
i lay here and sigh
dead to those you can't see
how preicous life can be
why do we hurt what we love
will we ever see a beautiful dove
can death be sweet and clean
what does life really mean
i'm scared and can't show it
my life will end as soon as i know it
though you don't care about me
pray that i don't end up in misery.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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