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Poetry Page 4!!
Yet More Poetry!!!
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Stolen.
Stolen,
Taken away,
The will to live,
The will to play.
The game of life,
Is much too hard.
So I'll give up now,
Hand over my cards.
Only young,
Yet I've seen too much.
Stolen from me
Was the innocent touch.
Playing now,
Takes too much strain.
I'll stop now,
End all the pain.
I'll end it now,
I don't need to go on.
Stolen,
And now it's gone.
Only young,
Yet I've seen too much.
Stolen from me,
Was the innocent touch.
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You've Yet To See The Damage.
Sit back and laugh,
As I writhe before you.
Burning and screaming,
Enraged by what you do.
Your self centred actions
Landed me here.
My charred hand is reaching out,
Bringing you close so you can hear.
My stifled and dying breaths
Are your responsibility.
Can't you see my blstered features?
Baby, you're killing me.
My life has passed
Before your eyes.
Now I'm ashes scattered,
Across the scene of the crime
You are the blade,
Cutting through my veins.
You are the bullet,
Penetrating my brains.
You may laugh now,
As you have not seen
The gash across my throat,
Left behind where you have been.
Every memory containing you,
Every scene of perfection,
Reminds me of your heavenly face,
Then of my life long rejection.
My stifled and dying breaths
Are your responsibility.
Can't you see my blistered features?
Baby, you're killing me.
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