Sketch of Decadence.

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By Stoned Immaculate

<font face="tahoma" size=1>Gone are your days of innocence your heedlessness has dissipated and you now see your damned fate peeking at you from around the corner; the grime, pitchy beast 'tis you; your interior monster the rusty brickwall, the rampart to the reality of all horror; hostility this world stakes, a stake through the heart of childhood desolate; you're a mangled body in this carbon void this intangible vandal, rots your limpid bones.

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April 19, 2007 01:14User

I truly admire your writing friend,your work is so well written and kind of philosphical to me..I am looking forward to read more of your poems..!!