Your Poetry Dot Com - Dark nights

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And cruel is the fool berating me,
Dark are the nights,to dark to see.

Paranoia your illumination,
Painted large,
A painful creation,
Nightmare of your imagination,

Troubled are the shadows defining we,
And cold is the soul haunting me,
Dark are the corners,the corners of me.

Thick viscous layers smothering we,
Dead is the man following me,
Stark is the end the end,of me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 13 [informant] => huwbeauty [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Dark nights

Dark nights
Date: Saturday, 4th December 2010 @ 05:47:25 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: huwbeauty

Opaque are the walls dividing we,
And cruel is the fool berating me,
Dark are the nights,to dark to see.

Paranoia your illumination,
Painted large,
A painful creation,
Nightmare of your imagination,

Troubled are the shadows defining we,
And cold is the soul haunting me,
Dark are the corners,the corners of me.

Thick viscous layers smothering we,
Dead is the man following me,
Stark is the end the end,of me.

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