Something I wrote a few weeks ago:
The realm of darkness
In which I dwell
This place that light and love forgot.
Come seek me out
And join me here
This land where nothing matters.
Descend with me
Down to the depths;
Depravity, pain and filth.
They left me here
In this place not sought
And I can't claw my way back
To the land of the living
The world above
Where happiness still exists.
Instead, abandoned
In this place to rot;
No more than I deserve.
2007-03-21
12:50:39
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