Love Abysmal

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Love Abysmal

In life my soul is as empty as the black abyss,
But in death it shall not exist in this realm of pain and suffering but in a level of torment unknown to most,
Where our nightmares reside and thrive from the fear in our hearts that destroyes our minds.
In order to escape from my fate I require the love of my one true and have her by my side so as that I may have the power to break free of these shackles of despair and hopelessness.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Dementia’s Poems (8)

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Deceptive Beauty 0
Sensory Overload 0
Numbing Loss 0
Dark Abyss 0
Sanity 1
Definition of Pain 0
Finding the light 0
Love Abysmal 0