Is it What it Is

By WickedThingz

I have no idea where it started or Where it ends 

If there is even any hope left.

“They Say Hope Dies last “

I believe when all you have is darkness all you need is pain 
But thats just me.

I have no Death wish I have no desire to die

I love that which is Dark and Gothic
I love Cemetery’s long forgotten 
I love the empty winding roads to no where

I live in a State Chaos 
I long for a life of freedom 

The Dark of night like the womb 
We are all born in blood
I cannot change that which I have done 
I cannot become that which Nature has not intended for me
Nor do I desire too

I search
For that which will set me free

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Copyright 2015 WickedThingz
Published on Saturday, May 9, 2015.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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