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A damned place is this
Between living and dying
To live in ignorant bliss
Without even trying
A body with no soul
A soul with no home
The cask grows cold
The light starts to come
The surroundings are still
Yet sounds are heard
He could feel their will
And not hear a single word
He looked back at them
They paid no mind
They only ignored him
The reason he couldn't find
As he turned
The world disappeared
His chest felt burned
Twas as he feared
The cask grew colder
The soul grew bolder
They all weep
Yet he still creeps..
- by Hakabakashii |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/20/2011 |
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- Title: A spark of creativity.
- Artist: Hakabakashii
- Description: I woke up today with a very small hangover and for some reason a willingness to write a poem or three. Remember, these are hangover poems, so they might be a little odd or incorrect from a poetic standard. And it went dark....
- Date: 08/20/2011
- Tags: spark creativity
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