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Array ( [sid] => 131018 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gedanken Gestorben in ihnen hieren vorstat [time] => 2007-01-25 23:28:41 [hometext] => Beglaubigen [bodytext] => Misery
and Agony
Takes me by the hand
The ringing of anger
Permeates my inside
At last
As i recall
This isn't the one
Who can possibly be
So lost
I keep coming back
To the same good old Hell
Where i've once lost
What i once loved
In my Sorrow
The things that i once called home
There isn't one who can be saved
Beglaubigt
Auf Stehen
In die Glücklich ist
In my own Misery
My own sanity
Traum! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 252 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Onslaught [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Gedanken Gestorben in ihnen hieren vorstat

Contributed by Onslaught on Thursday, 25th January 2007 @ 11:28:41 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Misery
and Agony
Takes me by the hand
The ringing of anger
Permeates my inside
At last
As i recall
This isn't the one
Who can possibly be
So lost
I keep coming back
To the same good old Hell
Where i've once lost
What i once loved
In my Sorrow
The things that i once called home
There isn't one who can be saved
Beglaubigt
Auf Stehen
In die Glücklich ist
In my own Misery
My own sanity
Traum!

Copyright Â© Onslaught ... [ 2007-01-25 23:28:41]
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Re: Gedanken Gestorben in ihnen hieren vorstat (User Rating: 1 )
by ferasdour on Thursday, 25th January 2007 @ 11:41:59 PM AEST
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i enjoyed this onslaught

it is eine good poem (i realy shouldn't mix languages unless i finish the phrase as such)

Re: Gedanken Gestorben in ihnen hieren vorstat (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Friday, 26th January 2007 @ 12:11:07 PM AEST
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very dark and expressive.. I like the stanzas and the wording great job

vampyress Jenni

Re: Gedanken Gestorben in ihnen hieren vorstat (User Rating: 1 )
by assassinatorgirl on Tuesday, 30th January 2007 @ 10:20:15 AM AEST
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Then stop coming back. And find respect from real people, not just those on the internet who indulged in your dark side. Being evil master may be attractive, but it's sick and one day you wont be fond of it anymore, because evil ruins people. Once you get comfortable being miserable all the time it's hard to leave, but you can if there's something good enough to stop for.
I know, I fight it every day. Being some dark poetry writer, all my older poems, people loved them. But I was miserable. So unless you want to be miserable, dont indulge in it, and I keep trying too.

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