MY SELF
The inevitable longing and the gist of a tale.
I have to get rid of some things I did.
My previous life is now for sale.
I have to kill that ridiculous kid.
Haunting wishes fulfilled once more.
He's dead and gone, won't be back.
I have to leave, to close the door.
Wipe out every single track.
Bloody ghosts of ancient times.
My soul is stained with guilt and shame.
I have to pay for those ugly crimes.
That is what happens when you play the game.
It took some time for me to see,
that it was my self that killed me.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-01-14 at 00:06
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