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Array ( [sid] => 127632 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => MIDIAN [time] => 2006-10-30 21:52:10 [hometext] => this is about a place i want 2 be real so i can live there. [bodytext] => Death has become an obssesion,
i cant take it anymore with each confession.
Everything on my mind deals with death,
and how all i want is it to take my last breath.
Graveyards full of my kin,
just making me more longing to sin.
To not give a ***** on what i do or say,
but only longing to see the black gates of midian
everyday.
Just like death with dark black clouds above,
hovering over to consume the ones you love.
Within this place neverending rivers of crimson blood,
but with every drop a steading flood.
This undying beautiful place of tortured souls,
filled with even more hot burning coals.
The sceams are neverending,
in my mind this lovely dream is still pending.
This portrait of what i long for,
is the what i use to cope with the emotional sore.
Although i feel this place isnt a dream,
its the only place that doesnt make me want to scream
I walk the path to my glimering dark past,
making me wonder if in this world i want to last.
Midian a dark place to most but home to me,
to people a place of a slave to me a place to be free.
As looking upon the skies fire-paved,
only as i am on the way to the grave.
Walking through this dream cold was my soul,
the beauty of this place has taken its toll.
Running back to the gate untold was the pain,
only realize its a place of wonder alone in the rain.
This dream i want to be real so im not enchained,
reality and the world are made to be my home again.
Such a gorgeous dark desolate place,
as long and intracaite as lace.
The fog and mist creating a blanket of sheer,
it makes the life of darkness mor near.

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MIDIAN

Contributed by nymphetaminegirl_666 on Monday, 30th October 2006 @ 09:52:10 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Death has become an obssesion,
i cant take it anymore with each confession.
Everything on my mind deals with death,
and how all i want is it to take my last breath.
Graveyards full of my kin,
just making me more longing to sin.
To not give a ***** on what i do or say,
but only longing to see the black gates of midian
everyday.
Just like death with dark black clouds above,
hovering over to consume the ones you love.
Within this place neverending rivers of crimson blood,
but with every drop a steading flood.
This undying beautiful place of tortured souls,
filled with even more hot burning coals.
The sceams are neverending,
in my mind this lovely dream is still pending.
This portrait of what i long for,
is the what i use to cope with the emotional sore.
Although i feel this place isnt a dream,
its the only place that doesnt make me want to scream
I walk the path to my glimering dark past,
making me wonder if in this world i want to last.
Midian a dark place to most but home to me,
to people a place of a slave to me a place to be free.
As looking upon the skies fire-paved,
only as i am on the way to the grave.
Walking through this dream cold was my soul,
the beauty of this place has taken its toll.
Running back to the gate untold was the pain,
only realize its a place of wonder alone in the rain.
This dream i want to be real so im not enchained,
reality and the world are made to be my home again.
Such a gorgeous dark desolate place,
as long and intracaite as lace.
The fog and mist creating a blanket of sheer,
it makes the life of darkness mor near.

Copyright © nymphetaminegirl_666 ... [ 2006-10-30 21:52:10]
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Re: MIDIAN (User Rating: 1 )
by Gruber on Monday, 30th October 2006 @ 10:42:46 PM AEST
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This is a great, very deep poem.

Gruber,

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