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»twitchy
poet«
-abuser of more then just poetic license-
Poetry shorts and other tidbits...
Soul interaction, a solitary breed
Can stand alone before us all, triumphant in its creed
It's actions seem to be quite clear, although a mystery
For one who writes and sits alone, lives in misery
It has been revealed, and time concealed, within its only tomb
With mark of death, found bereft, and lonely in the room
How slowly it doth wander, how meekly it doth call
And I’ve found under the ground the beauty of it all
For those with iron fists and hearts of clay
All shall die and waste away..
To the certain and the fools, who know no bounds and break all rules
To the kings and to the clowns, who rule the earth and roam the towns
To the lifeless little lark.. whose been eaten by the shark
We bid you all a fond farewell.. and welcome you to the depths of hell
Time passes so slowly when you've no place to go
It cannot defeat you, so dont let it know
How much you wish it to finally pass..
The longer you wait, the longer it lasts
In my chest beats the heart of temptation
Your lies increase my need
My mind is torn with burnt frustration
Lust consumed by greed
And if I should own you once again
And the night not spent alone
Then you shall be my only friend
Your bed I call my home
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