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iamhated (profile) wrote,
on 12-28-2003 at 3:21am
Current mood: apathetic
Music: Marilyn Manson - Fight Song
Subject: Okay, fuckers.

Here's the poem I wrote. Please give me some honest advice on it. Whether it's good or bad, be honest you lying bastards.

Born To Die?

It's escaping
It's slowly growing
Feeling pain
But feeling nothing.
The feelings hide
No sign of slowing
Feeling hate
Loving nothing.

Feeling tired
I can barely move
Endless rain
My mind is through.
Feeling distraught
Always fighting to lose
No sun shines
There's nothing to do.

Giving it up
The battle is lost
Too much grey
A mental frost.
I start to cut
Can't feel the pain
I know nothing is real
Except the blood red stain.

Now it's over
I'm laying still
I am watching black
Escaping the chills.
With my final breath
I wonder why
As I look around
I was born to die?
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