To become a person of the dark and respectful, you should be one in a million,
and especially truthful.
A person's mind should blend with the dark, as well as scan for those who sit and bark.
Your death maybe your biggest wish.
To eat everyone else is your personal dish.
Of all the people who put the blame,
You don't mind as they are all the same.
Betrayed and laughter surround your mind,
You may never know when they'll stab you from behind!
You cry yourself to ease the shattered pain.
You feel as though you been hit by a train.
Now in the shadows of darkness you lay,
As you have been completely slain.
How you would kill yourself to be all alone,
How you would wish you could turn yourself into stone!
Its not your fault you've become like this.
You put on a cheerful face, and it seems as though your in bliss.
-This is one of the poems I wrote a long time ago, just thought I'll put it up.
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