Cursed
Woe mePoor missery
I fall,
Revengefull of us all.
Cursed by the very song
That brought you here, made you belong.
Bloody tears drip down my face.
Where is it, my saving grace
Everyday another race,
Nearing the fate that I must face.
Cursed
Woe meIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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My Father, Not My Dad | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Morality | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Marooned | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Magick | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Lost In Time | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Lost | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Life's Course | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Easier to Do | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
I'd Rather Die | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
I Wonder | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Grey | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Good-Bye | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Forever the Father | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Forever Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Fall | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Everything Lost Along the Way | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Cursed | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Creature of the Night | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Blind Bitterness | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Beauty | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Always True | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Aftermath | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
A Whole New World | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
A Story of Me | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
A Child's Nightmare | 3 | 10/08/2009 |
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