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Playing in Loneliness
By SaintNHB
Good mourning, I'm feeling dead inside
My black magic wishes keep
my ghosts alive
Tangled webs are coming from every darkened side
I'm in a pit of black loneliness, feeling unidentified
Where
is my ghost? I'd like to play
Insanity comes from the sane
Rip
off my head like a porcelain doll
Burn my face or let the guillotine
fall
The night is never ending
Yet, I never feel at home
You'll never be a hero - unless they carve you into stone
Push
me into death, as I'm failing all of life
I wish I would have snapped,
and just pulled out the knife.
...SantNHB...
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Copyright 2012 SaintNHB
Published on Tuesday, June 5, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Havent updated anything in a while... Heres something I scribbled down the other night.Comments on "Playing in Loneliness"
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On Thursday, June 21, 2012, katlady121690
(19)
wrote:
I could definitely identify with this piece.
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On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...tangible depression & acute observations...you have been gone a long while, I hope you've been entertained...
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On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, dalphon
(70) wrote:
why do we willfully endure the agony? stubbornness?
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On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Missed you and strong sentiments many can relate to, cheers and you are not alone, keep writing!
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