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Cursed to live
written by Genocide Reaper05:37 PM 3/24/05Bullets fill my chest.
Piercing this black beating heart.
I tried my best.
In the end, I was laid to rest.
On a death bed surrounded by roses.
Faltering at the hand of my lord.
Suffocating the demons strangling my soul.
As they pray for me in Jesus name.
I awaken to speak one word. "Never."
Wound's congealing.
Bullets melting.
A voice rang out from above as my eyes closed once again.
"This one can't die."
Cursed to live.
Never to feel.
Tear's shall never be shed.
The metal which should have been my death, clutch my black heart.
Frozen now, and forever more.
Deep into me, the gold and black light sinks further.
Until reaching my soul's core.
Walking to the balcony, looking to the midnight sky.
I ask the lord of my curse. "Why?"
Never to die?
Cursed to live?
Placed upon this earth to carry out my every evil whim?
A punishment of the species of man?
What is this he has in mind?
What are thou's plan?
No reasons why.
Never to cry.
Cursed to live.
The wilted fruit on the vine.
Decomposing inside, while still alive.
Through pure Hell and suffering I shall survive. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Ephemeral-Euphoria (3-24-2005 - 05:46 PM)
| How the fuck do you write like this. That was awesome...the way you describe stuff...makes for a very emotion-stirring read. |
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