M Y - P O E T R Y
The
End.
A silent breeze,
flows through my head,
it's getting stronger,
can I see RED?
The gentle sound,
of a Murderous toy,
shall I fall to the floor?
Do I have a choice?
My life runs on by me,
not once, but twice,
as I wait for the darkness,
and a new lease of life.
The sound now an echo,
along with the wind,
the sound of some metal,
it's buried within.
Deep in my head,
I close my eyes,
as I lay on the floor,
and say my good byes,
To a pitiful life,
a messed up man,
I end it here,
cause I can!
©1997 Insanity Inc. ©1997, black heart. H.Luck.
A
short disclaimer :
It has been known for people to take offense to my
poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and
distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find
anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
As a poet, i have poetic licence! :) ... i'll write what i want,
and if you don't like it... Don't read it!!! :)
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MysterG
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