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Old, old, old poem I wrote for a character of mine. Malicious intent and such inside.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 65 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-25-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2651462
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Nothing is left with me
I've been abandoned
Left to be tortured
With my dreams
They torment me
They're all the same
Nothing has changed
Hate has grown
I'm disgusted by them
May they be ruined
Consumed by the flames
Of my wrath
Let them know how it feels
Revenge will be mine
When I hear them
And their screams of terror
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