An outcast and loner who simply survives.
Most of my works are short and ryme.

(THE DARKNESS WITHIN: as of yet unfinished)
The darkness within,
Is an unfriendly beast,
Slowly it consumes me,
My soul is its feast.

Bite by bite,
I slowly dissapear,
Leaving but a shell,
That can barely shed a tear.

The steaming pile of refuse,
That the beast leaves behind,
Corrupts me with hatred,
Polluting my mind.

Solitary Dreamer's Works

Poetry

2006-07-05

THE RECLUSE AWAITS DEATH

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