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My goal is to write as many poems as possible and get some positive feedback (which didn't happen due to a certain asshole saying how bad my poems were in like...4 reviews). Since this is becoming another one of my hobbies, I've kind of decided to maybe be a poet one day.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Humor - Chapters: 9 - Words: 1,653 - Reviews: 6 - Updated: 05-09-13 - Published: 01-25-13 - id: 3095445
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In the darkness
My eyes could only see the blood scattered on the floor
I only imagined the day...when I sliced her throat
I was put on trial and was charged with first degree murder
The people and news media questioned my motives
But I knew that I was insane
As I watched from my prison cell
Slowly dying from old age
I had no visitors to come see me
And I thought, 'Why should I care?'
For I love no one and no one loves me
My vision fading away
I closed my eyes and embraced Death at my door
For I knew, I will not be hanging around with the angels
For I knew, I will burn for the rest of my eternal life
Alongside with my fellow demons and the Devil
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