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Postby InvisibleRabbit » Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:58 pm

The Death all around me
Trying to consume my life
Prying at my mind
I have nothing to think but "why me?"
I try to stay sane in this world of pain
Decaying bodies and smoldering flesh
The pain in your rotting eyes
I'm sorry for everything I've done
I am The Death of the masses "god"
I am the fire that burns the world to the ground
The Suffering in my head
Bursts out and kills again
Why is it me that does this to the world?
The Decaying corpses in my world
Live to see the pain I have to go through
I try to stay sane
In this world of hate
Goodbye Blue Sky
Hello Black Moon
White sun so bright
Burning the earth with all its might
I am the fire
That burns down the world
The pain in your rotting eyes
The Death of the masses "god"
I'm sorry I had to do this
I wish things could be different
I am what I am
I try to stay sane in this world of hate
I am decaying in my world
I am your rotting eyes
I am the masses "god"
I am the world
I am the things that you see in the dark with your eyes closed tight
I am the darkness in your mind
The hole in every persons heart
Filled with pain and hate
That is me
In a whole
I'm sorry I have to be this way
In this world there are these things
That nobody understands
That nobody sees for what they really are
I am the rage of all people
I am the burning passion
That consumes every power hungry person
I am the power of all countries
I am the world that burns down because of me
I am the decaying bodies that soil the earth for the next
I am the rotting eyes with the pain so powerful
I am the power
The earth
The everything
Good and bad
"god" or "satan"
I am what I am
I'm sorry
That I am
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Postby Talon Sinnah » Wed Jul 12, 2006 4:01 pm

I liked it it was very original. The emotion behind it was strong and the imagery really helped get the poem across and the dark attitude and tones really appealed to me.
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-
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