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Laura Penny Neil Feb 2015
I'm in love with two people,
The light and the dark.
He carries me onward,
The other's a spark.
We dance in the twilight,
Entwined and free.
The choice beckons closer,
It falls onto me.
Indecisve and frightful,
I struggle to choose.
How do you count gains,
When you'll inevitably lose?
Alex Sep 2019
Darkness swallows him, becoming a lunatic
Empathy fading, left him feeling apathetic
Say what goes round comes round hes a skeptic
Psycosis makes him hear voices, a schizophrenic
Alcohol abuse, claims that it's genetic
Indecisve, no wonder he's always hysteric
Realizes he's doomed, will he ever feel esoteric?

Constantly predetermined to be one who'll lose
Outgoing you say? its a facade, its a ruse
Noose on hand, he just needs an excuse
Satanic he is labeled, because of his tattoos
Understand he can't take all of the abuse
Mostly docile, but close to shorting a fuse
Everytime issues arise, he's the one accused
Souls crumble under feelings so profuse

Listens and there for all, but no-one to confide
Over and over, thoughts of suicide
Step in his shoes, bet you'll be petrified
Tell me that now you can see he's dissatisfied

Still can't escape all the hate & antagonisim
Ostracized from a society thriving on narcissism
Unable to believe the world's constant cynicism
Living reclusive, it's his defense mechanism
Save the pity he came to terms with the cataclysm

-Ajm
Ok. This is the last one I have done with the anagram.

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