If I wished for something new,
Would it change my stoneset views?
What is closest to my heart,
Will it change if I restart?
I just need a change of pace,
I'll look death in the stony face,
Nothing changes my strong needs,
But does it matter if I eat?
From Satan's tree?
What would I see?
What matters to a broken soul?
No dice left for me to roll.
Taken every risk and gamble,
Seen God and he does not wear sandals.
What matters to someone like me?
Nothing but lost memories.
Still short tell me of you liked it!
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Poison, by any other name is just as deadly: Poetry
PoetryDark poems about death and sadness. I write them to get anger out of my system do I can live more happily. I post em so you can get all depressed.
