Why I feel, by morbid angel
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I dont know why I feel
an urge to kill,
a desire to thrill.
While my world crashes down
all around me now.
I was once an angel with darkened wings
I broke my word,
I killed all dreams.
But nobody there forgave
of all the horrible sins.
So now im a victim
of preconception
a true damnation
holding within
wracked with splinter
of all my wicked immoralation
I'm out in the world
I can no longer see
with twisting emotions
chaotic commotions
of longing for that person
I use to think as me.
morbid angel |
Posted: 2006-10-25 22:49:04 UTC |
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2005-04-24 17:04:59 | abs |
wow this poem is cool, not usually a mogin poem kinda-people but this one really is great. |
2005-05-31 06:32:59 | xXJoshXx |
All I can possible find to say after reading this poem is WOW. |
2006-01-07 03:41:57 | a rose by any otha name |
the concept is original but it expresses such a covered theme, the losing of one's self, job well done |
2006-08-16 02:18:51 | Liberty or Death |
Wow... I really like your poem! I thought it was deep and expressed in an origional way. |
2006-12-19 12:41:44 | ~ Gemz ~ |
very good. keep writing! =] |