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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Obsidian Nemesis
[time] => 2003-09-01 23:05:00
[hometext] => Please read this, my twin Riki helped me title it, actually she did title it, lol, but i wrote the rest, lol, it's kind of a weird poem but it's one of my few poems that i actually like so, anyway, leave feedback, thanx!
[bodytext] => My mind to bend, my soul to bind My heart to break, my bones to grind My sanity to lose, my darkness to shine To live or die, I can’t decide Sanity may be found, but it isn’t mine To move ahead, or fall behind To reveal my lies, or in darkness hide My tears to fall, my tears to dry The choices in life are no longer mine No longer am I in control of my life The path I’ve walked, it sucked me in To live in goodness or live in sin Pushed and shoved by invisible hands Through this morbid, fantasy land The sun shines darkness, running rivers all blood red The dying ones are being born, the living ones are dead The ones never knowing hunger are the only ones ever fed Speaking is just thinking, and thoughts are always said My heart to love, my heart to hate My soul to keep my soul to take No longer the master of my fate Never able to turn away Forced along the journey Approaching hell’s black gate To walk forward or to walk back Through the snow of charcoal black Over the bridge or through the lake To stand firm or to break To choose not to choose Or not to choose at all It doesn’t matter anymore I’m too far down to fall I walk this morbid yellow brick road With bricks of shiny black With skies of red and trees of gray Hands shackled behind my back Demons leading me on each side One in front and one behind Prisoner of hell forevermore My muscles so tired, my feet so sore Words are thought thoughts are words I can’t yell for help outside this world I look back on the life I left behind Marching onward slowly, Through this place they’ll never find. My Obsidian Nemesis. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blackfire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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