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Self-Inflicted Wounds (Free verse) by wilco At last the demons have split the core
Of all that I hold dear.
The lovers entwined along the path to Hell,
May they burn for their happiness?
The anger and the illusion of freedom
Are all that is left in this cold room.
Suffice to say that the end may have come
For the last bastion of hope in my soul.
Up the ladder:
I Win.
Down the ladder:
The Voice
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Posted: January 25, 2011 12:33 PM PST; Last modified: January 25, 2011 12:33 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0448236 Overall Rank: 6996 Comments:
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Dovina @ 208.127.228.72
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12-Feb-11/8:11 PM
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You used to be better than this. What the hell's gone wrong?
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wilco @ 166.216.130.71
> Dovina
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12-Feb-11/8:28 PM
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Hey go easy...I havent written anything in like five years.
a lot of religious images here. is there something more personal to your own experience that would add meaning?
at least your just rusty, I, on the other hand am flabby...takes a bit of getting back into it huh?
Depressing. This poem is well worth posting at my new poetry site: click here to join! http://newpoetryshared.proboards.com
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