Worldly Malice
When dreams shatter,
hopelessness overwhelms the soul,
pain soothes you,
anguish sustains you,
like a black rose,
you are hated, dispised and take no meaning in life but death
screams are your melody,
tears are your thirst quencher,
your requiem is sorrow and dread
nothing can save you,
nothing can heal you,
but a bullet in the head
fate has fround upon you
for me what else is new,
all I have to say is fuck this life,
fuck this world and fuck you
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Pathway | 1 | 02/18/2010 |
| Dance Of Darkness and Light | 0 | 02/18/2010 |
| Love Is But A Dream | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| No More Sympathy | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Fight For Happiness | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Want | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Sad Strokes | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Loveless | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Zero Expectations | 3 | 02/09/2010 |
| My Sweet Lauralai | 1 | 02/08/2010 |
| Worldly Malice | 0 | 02/08/2010 |
| Depression | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| The Breakup | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| Afterthought | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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