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I Write From a Darker Place (poem)
I write from a deep and dark place, Cold and hollow, Sorrow's taste, Bitter repose with stars for eyes, And hearts burnt, at once despised.
I write from a darken, dreaded realm, Where sorrows deep may overwhelm, And smiles, bitter, with eyes that stare, And hatreds hardened beyond compare.
I write from a midnight land of black, Where hearts of husk, in love do lack, Feelings guided by fear and mistrust, And death a pleasure and a must.
I write from the heart of sorrow's shade, Where dreams and hopes forever fade, And knifes that pierce the withered skin, Reminds us all the life will end
I write from the deepest, darkest hell, Where all of life ends, in death's knell, Where bitter darkness does descend, Embracing the cold, my only friend.
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