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I live to love
And love... to live
But now I am so dead
As if I'd been shot in the head
Yet still I walk
Though barely talk

I yearn to be gone
Yet my green mile is so very long
I wish for Death
I wish to breathe my very last breath
I wish to creep this Earth no more
For all my life is but a bore

And yet I still exist
Unable to take exit
To leave this stage
And end the page
I fell my heart begin to slow
Because I know I cannot go

I am filled with terrible dread
Because I know not when I will be dead
I steel myself against the cold
And I will never do what I am told
I will live with this unlivable pain
That marks my soul as a bleeding stain

I will survive
If not thrive
Even though it hurts
It still gets worse
And now I end one more verse
Of this twisted life
In a twisted universe

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

deadlybunny’s Poems (29)

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Death, My Friend 0
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We All Die Now 0
Under Her Dark Veil 0
Plain and Simple 0
Dreamin With a Broken Heart 0
None 0
Out 0
Time to Leave 0
I 0
Invisible Angel 0
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Dandelions 0
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Dragons 0
Chicago Poet 1
Gone. 0
Vampires 1
The Execution 0
Loved by Me!!! 1
I Miss You 1
A Toast To You Dad 1
Dreams 0
Key To My Heart 1
without you 1