The Fallen Dark Prince.
Your in my arms,
we're on the ground,
your soul has fallen down.
I weep for you,
You shot yourself,
right through your handsom face.
I tryed to stop you,
I swear I did,
But nothing could change your mind.
You thought that you were all alone,
But now you see you weren't.
It didn't have to end this way,
I wish I had done more.
I look at you,
your face is stained,
with the color I now hate.
I pray to God,
"Is this just a dream?"
But now I know its not.
So do not follow this man's path,
he wasn't always soo lost.
But this Prince of mine,
the one Dark Prince,
had completely lost all hope.
....i had to vent through this poem today.. i'm not really sure what to think.
2007-11-06
12:23:51
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