Black clothes
Black makeup
They say I am evil
They are right
I hate the living
I hate the light
I wear a pentacle
Around my neck
I wear a pentagram
On my hand
I do curses in my head
I make people cry
I make people die
I don't care
As long as they all die!
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Poem originally published on 1/8/2008
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Lines of a Broken Soul
PoetryLines of a Broken Soul is a collection of poetry written throughout my life. Each poem expresses how I felt at that time. Some may not be understandable to you but to me each poem is a scar upon my heart. Most of the poetry written within these page...
