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If this were to be the last of my odes, Wait, an ode this isn’t for all of them, Let me tell of this poet’s misfortunes That has engulfed her to a requiem. Everyone who sees her turns to sweetness, Who wouldn’t turn down her cozy ambiance? No wonder they turn to her blessedness, Heart so crystal pure you won’t miss a chance. She desires to fulfill her own heart song And change from a sad and perilous past. Alas, Fate is toying her all along, Plummeting her to a prison aghast. Now, she is but drowning in her own blood, And all she can do is wait for Hades; I see her soul being caught by the rod, Gasping for her life, clasped into Eris. Sadly, she falls to a tragic pure death, Her carcass as feast for the dogs and worms. Meanwhile, her soul is given for a breath A dark ambrosia rejected like germs. I can’t help but cry of how life fared her, But no, pity isn’t to be given; All the pangs of pain, she’s now the bearer, Anon, the goddess of the forsaken.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Adjacency to My Death Note
If this were to be the last of my odes, Wait, an ode this isn’t for all of them, Let me tell of this poet’s misfortunes That has engulfed her to a requiem. Everyone who sees her turns to sweetness, Who wouldn’t turn down her cozy ambiance? No wonder they turn to her blessedness, Heart so crystal pure you won’t miss a chance. She desires to fulfill her own heart song And change from a sad and perilous past. Alas, Fate is toying her all along, Plummeting her to a prison aghast. Now, she is but drowning in her own blood, And all she can do is wait for Hades; I see her soul being caught by the rod, Gasping for her life, clasped into Eris. Sadly, she falls to a tragic pure death, Her carcass as feast for the dogs and worms. Meanwhile, her soul is given for a breath A dark ambrosia rejected like germs. I can’t help but cry of how life fared her, But no, pity isn’t to be given; All the pangs of pain, she’s now the bearer, Anon, the goddess of the forsaken.
Hope this won't be the last poem I post in my life. It's out of my depression, see.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
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