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 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
I'm sorry
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Help
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
How do we live our lives?
Everything is already done so what can we do?
Let’s just take our knives
Put them in our chest and bid them adieu

My dead body hits the floor
Everyone sees it but all they do is ignore
I can't believe I wrote this in the past...
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Happy
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Happy are those who are normal
Those who dance to to sound of weeping

Happy are those who are normal
They dine on the rosey red remains

Happy are those who are normal
Those who lack guilt and remorse

Maybe my normal is different
Idk
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
A Grand Hero of All
Born from the perfect star
He fell upon our world

Might and Valor run in his veins
Bravery and Fortitude guide him

He fought the evil of this world
Clearing the land of its hellish demons

Looking at our people, he lost all hope
They were oblivious of his acts
His demise, caused by us; malicious forces poisoned his soul

WE poisoned him

I guess, I'm trying to be your hero, but it looks like I'll share the same fate.
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Fire
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
My love for you is like a fire
That burns brighter than the morning sun

Even in the thick, dark night
It cuts its way through
to find you

But I assume you're blind
As you don't love me
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Death
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
While I can still speak
My words must be said

I will really miss you
When I'm dead

Now that my deed is done
I must depart
Don’t cry my son
Death won’t keep us apart.
This poem was based off of another famous poem that I saw.
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Copy
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
I was just an empty husk
Not taught how to feel

Then I copied
those around me

They laughed, cried, and died
I laughed, cried, and died
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Clean
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Inside my mother's house
Are many immaculate rooms
Clean of sins and crime


But look inside the locked doors
and you will find
fresh, wine-red blood.
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Cemetary
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Cemetaries aren't empty of people
We'll go there someday.
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
Betray
 Feb 2019 Matthew
Poolza
He cried; he was done for
Then a knife fell on the floor
It was his wife
Who held up the knife
To **** the man she used to adore
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