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Poetry

Originals by me that mostly center around inner feelings of anger and regret, like lingering embers of the mind.

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by KingSorrow

by KingSorrow

I'm not a prisoner
I chose to be here

I chose to walk this path
This path of flames

I understand the consequences
I will be burned

The thing that keeps me going
The reason I push forth
Is what lies at the end of the path

Knowing that I endured
Knowing that I made it
By my own will is reward enough

I walk this path
This path of flames

I understand the consequences
I will be burned

My skin begins to blacken.