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My Torcher Chamber (Free verse) by angel born in hell

There is a place inside my head, a place where everything is dead. A place with no love only hate, the only things that can judge my fate. The place is like a burning pit of hell, sorounded by bars like jail. It's a place for my mind, a place I like to hide. My torcher chamber is a living hell, but sometimes it's the only place left to go. Because it's all in my mind, a place you can't see only find

limonade 2-Sep-02/10:32 PM
One who spells as badly as you should not even be permitted to attempt to write poetry. This is one of the biggest pieces of shit I have ever read. How old are you? 12? This is a shining example of emotional immaturity. Grow up. Cheer up. Can the angst. Lose that bad dye job. Buy clothes that are some colour other than black. Smell a flower. Pet a kitten. For crying out loud...




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