My minds a hallway of shattered dreams;
Of hopeful echoes and hopeless screams.
Where my thoughts flow forth in blood filled streams;
To the agonising point where I burst at my seams.
And this is how I'll stay, for as long as death deems;
Locked away in torment, for eternity it seems.
And although I could escape, using immoral means;
I've decided to stay, and wear the crowns of fallen kings.
Because this is my realm, strung together by frail strings;
And the screams of tortured souls, reminiscent of chimes that sing.
Never knowing of love, symbolled by a golden ring;
In this world where even feelings are unimportant things.
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Random Poetry
PoetryA small collection of poems I was required to do for assignments and what not. Now also including a few other poems I wrote out of boredom. Cover artwork: Typewriter - by drivesmeinsane http://www.deviantart.com/art/Typewriter-71733985
