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Woe is the ballad that fills my soul It completes my ruthless eternity; Like a bird on a tree, the food on one's bowl Among all the nonsense that there is to be; Being a second option, A scapegoat to all your problems; An existence worth giving oblivion; The black sheep of the perfect system. Not tears, nor even happiness Is a solution to my melancholy, The darkness that lie within my heart; A hatred that cannot be quenched by anybody. My screams cannot be heard My conscience has been sewn; I am but the world's breakdown; A creation unhewn. In these words, entwined Something to keep everyone reminded A message for anyone to find A being's life, tormented.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
My Epitomy of Grief
Woe is the ballad that fills my soul It completes my ruthless eternity; Like a bird on a tree, the food on one's bowl Among all the nonsense that there is to be; Being a second option, A scapegoat to all your problems; An existence worth giving oblivion; The black sheep of the perfect system. Not tears, nor even happiness Is a solution to my melancholy, The darkness that lie within my heart; A hatred that cannot be quenched by anybody. My screams cannot be heard My conscience has been sewn; I am but the world's breakdown; A creation unhewn. In these words, entwined Something to keep everyone reminded A message for anyone to find A being's life, tormented.
Please be considerate. It's my first try on writing a poem about what I really want to say. But feel free to give your comments. :)
paene-vivit
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
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