The way that I do now.
With an urge to kill,
A desire to thrill,
While my world crashes down.
Once upon a time,
I was angel with silver wings-
I broke my word,
I killed my dreams,
But nobody there forgave my sins.
So now I'm just this victim
Of preconception
And true damnation,
Wracked with splinters,
Reminding me of
My wicked immoralation.
I'm reaching out into a world
I can no longer see.
Twisting emotions,
Chaotic potions,
Of longing for the person
I used to know as me.
4 comments:
Nice :D
You wrote it? :O
No. You came and wrote it for me :/
nice...didnt know u write...poem ending is amazing :)
http://allpoetry.com/poem/963067
copied from here...
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