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As the abyss takes over your heart,
Your soul becomes a missing part,
Rampant run the deciet and lies,
Every girl still with a heart cries,
The soul is tore from tender flesh,
Leaving a hole, throbbing and fresh,
The heart in pieces on the floor,
No longer able to walk to the door,
To leave the pain, impossible,
The die a slow death, probable.
The darkness is coming, run away,
Deadly to you is the chice to stay,
Goodbye to your dreams and spirit too,
Your friends will some day turn on you.
They are all traitors hiding deep,
Too late it will be when you get a peek,
The evil lies within us all,
Some parts large, some parts small,
But all parts hurtful and deadly.
Brace yourself, you better be ready,
The pain, the agony, its coming now,
We can't avoid it, we don't know how.
Comments welcome. This poem is actually a little older, i ran into while going through my notebooks.
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