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This is another depressing poem I found that I wrote when I was little... I was a scary child... Anyway, it's about, like the remains after a battlefield, in a deserted area where everyone's dead.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 63 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3022692
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It feels like it's dead
If that even mattered
The feeling of dread
Has left me shattered
Once I have left
The burned remains of that
In the rock, a cleft
Light shall be in trap
Evil will extend
As long as I stand
Still as though to fend
Myself from it and
Those around me
It feels like it's dead
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