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Poetry News Post #1482

Descent

Written by: Spirit Monk Dumas s'Lessen
Date: Friday, July 11th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


How did it start?
When did it happen?
Cold, dark eyes pierce
My soul.
Once my friend,
Now no more.
More than one, they
Haunt my mind,
These people lost to me.

My mind is sinking, my will
Breaking. Nothing left here,
Nowhere to turn.
Nobody cares.
Why should I go on with
Nothing left?

Deeper I fall, this
Darkness surrounds me.
I push away, hoping to be
Ignored, hoping to stop the
Pain. Accomplishing
Nothing.
Hurting myself more than they
Ever will I slowly kill myself.

Falling, dying, weeping.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 339 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1482

Descent

Written by: Spirit Monk Dumas s'Lessen
Date: Friday, July 11th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


How did it start?
When did it happen?
Cold, dark eyes pierce
My soul.
Once my friend,
Now no more.
More than one, they
Haunt my mind,
These people lost to me.

My mind is sinking, my will
Breaking. Nothing left here,
Nowhere to turn.
Nobody cares.
Why should I go on with
Nothing left?

Deeper I fall, this
Darkness surrounds me.
I push away, hoping to be
Ignored, hoping to stop the
Pain. Accomplishing
Nothing.
Hurting myself more than they
Ever will I slowly kill myself.

Falling, dying, weeping.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 339 AF.


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