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My Reflection
By Deadly Embrace
As I look into the mirror,
It isn't me whom I see,
But something so different,
It's hard to believe.
That I've become
This disease,
That plagues my entire being,
As I look deep within,
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
The figure staring back,
Eyes turned to black,
So empty inside,
As if staring into nothingness.
Like a blank canvas,
To only be painted with blood,
No joy left inside,
From the one's I have loved.
The light inside,
No longer shines,
As if I'm fading into a dark hole,
Tears stain the face,
Never will they cease,
Death shall be my punishment..
To put this bitter soul at peace..
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Copyright 2004 Deadly Embrace
Published on Wednesday, July 21, 2004.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, October 1, 2004, Solace
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wrote:
Blank canvas should be painted with grey...i'm gonna make a gallery of grey paintings...all greying and garishly greyed...Everything is grey...
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On Saturday, September 11, 2004, Dayer
(162) wrote:
Oh my God I love this --faves--
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On Saturday, September 4, 2004, DarkWolf
(415) wrote:
I so love the way you write and the way you word things. Such beauty in the pain and sorrow you write about. You have great talent. Thank you for sharing it. -Michael
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On Saturday, July 31, 2004, Midnight Phoenix
(240) wrote:
I have seen a lot of reflection poems similar to this but yours was executed in an all-around better fashion. Great 4th stanza.
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On Wednesday, July 21, 2004, Deadly Embrace
(41) wrote:
It's hard sometimes though. For year's I've looked deep inside to find those thing's that I hold so dear of myself, and not once have I come across one. Writing is the only thing I could say that I am honestly proud of. -DE
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On Wednesday, July 21, 2004, glasshouse
(548) wrote:
Well, I dont know you well enough to pour out vast compliments or make you feel special... but I know enough to see just from your writing that you are intelligent and unique. Just keep searching. Your purpose will pull you once you find it. :) -Glass
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On Wednesday, July 21, 2004, glasshouse
(548) wrote:
The second stanza was the hardest for me. It hurt the most. Self-hatred is hatred to its fullest extent. and most dangerous. Take some time to find the things you love about yourself. Like the fact that you're a great writer. Good piece. -Glass
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