"My doomed soul"
As the days grow shorter and shorter. As my pending punishments are closer than ever to be being sentenced upon me. I've never felt colder, I've never felt more alone. Deep within the roots of ill will, and malice I await my trial for crimes yet unpunished. The cruelty of reality is slowly settling into the deep depressions and cracks into my mind. Slowly rotting away what senses I have left, rotting away my moral. Little by little my strong will is weakened more and more, by un suffering demons who's sole reason for existence is pain. By powers beyond my control I have been abandoned by all means of love save a few brave souls. I have lost all compassion, for rhyme and reason yet to be told by illiterate beings who don't feel, or care , or love anymore. My crimes are much, my punishment is deserving, my abandonment was beyond control, save the everlasting love of those whose hatred and malice brought me to my knees, and made me beg and weep for relief. Be this of chance that my redemption be from the ones I ran away from, the ones that I cared not anymore of, the ones ones that drove me out never to look back or think twice ever again. Was it by these souls that I was saved. The truth be known to all that all is now forgiven of the avast crimes committed against me, and me forgiven of my vast ill willed malice towards these souls. I leave you now to think on these things.
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PoetryThis is all my poems that I've written about various situations that I've been in and my journey through this life some are funny, and some are very deep. They all come from me. My inspiration was Eminem he inspired me to write exactly how I feel. T...
