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My soul
Has been crushed
Ripped
Burned
Tortured.
My soul
Has been through countless
Pains
Trials
Hurts
Regrets.
My soul
Waits for the
Cold
Comforting
Reassuring
Hand of death.
But what my soul doesn't know
Is
That
It
Can
Never
Die.
So now my soul
Suffers
Survives
Struggles
Grips to the only security of sanity left
In my empty shell that I call a body.
My soul
Wishes that
It
Can
Feel
No
More.
- by Baron Von Wolfenstein |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/01/2008 |
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- Title: Souls never die
- Artist: Baron Von Wolfenstein
- Description: Eh, just thought I'd give this a try. Hope it doesn't suck.
- Date: 11/01/2008
- Tags: souls never
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Miss Boheme - 02/16/2009
- Awesome poem! Far from sucking.
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- Baron Von Wolfenstein - 11/01/2008
- thanks. i'll keep that in mind. it was supposed to be how I felt after my gf broke up with me for another girl. but I didn't want to have like a two page thing.
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- mlover4evr - 11/01/2008
- it's very good, but more phrases would help me to understand the conveyed feeling. i love the topic you chose though.
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