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For Emos And Goths
I curse this dark and forlorn nightAs my desperate soul roams to fight
With broken wings, I fly
To witness a devil's sigh
Adjutant rule over unfair tyrannies
Never vital than insignificant miscellanies
Cast a shadow on my shattered dreams
To eliminate anxiety and wicked screams
You shout for the cause of pain
As drops of blood pour out of your vein
Dreaming of unending providence
In this world full of negligence
An abundant share of second tries
And consistent failed attempts to fly
Brought you in a state of lethargy
Already jaded with your own heraldry
Slowly moments turn into days
Faded letters start to erase
You dream of blind acceptance
Why not take your stance?
Poetry by reji
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Written on 2007-03-23 at 03:09
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