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A blood-red moon, the time is near.
My wrist is cut, the end I fear.
What is to come I'm not yet sure.
My fear and pain, there is no cure.
The clouded sky and stars blacked out.
The voices of the undead shout.
"We made mistakes, they had no end.
Our words of wisdom we now send."
"By our own hands, our lives we took,
Our names are no longer in the Holy book.
We poisoned ourselves or cut and bled.
The liquid of life on which demons fed."
"The demons dragged our souls to hell.
Satin and friends now feeling well.
We regret what we did to loose our lives.
You still have a chance, you still have to fight."
The dream I awoke from felt so real,
All my scars are starting to heal.
What is to come, I'm not yet sure.
For my fear and pain, I've found a cure.
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[07 Apr 2005|05:10pm] |
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Sorry forgot to do the entry about myself............. Um..... my name is Jess, I'm 15, I live in Alabama, I guess I'm a bit of a punk/goth/whatever the hell i feel like chick. I write poetry b/c it is better than cutting. The poem i just posted is one that alot of ppl tell me they like so i figured i might as well start off with at least a decent poem. And just for the record most of mine are on death, suicide, and wanted love.
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