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Shelter in the storm
A Poem by
childofthedecay
there is a shelter in this storm a place called safe a return from hell that time can erase a newborn memory out of ashes and decay sensat..
Canvass of the heart
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Paint me a picture images shared between us on a fresh canvass I'll be the brush U be the guiding hand together we can create a new world ..
Nightmare
A Poem by
childofthedecay
The night is ending the final dance has been called I hug the shadows and dream of home JSDEUEL Copyright 2008
Just Me
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Like a river feelings run 2 deeply of all that my yesterdays could be I failed miserably my ship set sail lost in the storm no survivors ..
Angels Among Us
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Angels around us surround us unaware some look like children others nightmares be warned be afraid fall in awe utter prayers angels wa..
Seasons
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Snow dusts the scattered leaves behind the veil disbelief love the illusion once again promise fails us in time all seasons must change ..
The dance of the mask
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Shifting silently from side to side as the wind caresses us with rain we skip we run we seek to hide our true face never f..
The Dragon
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Save me from this suicide inflicted upon me as society lies I will not bow down and kiss the dragon I am not slave to the dragon W..
The beginning
A Story by
childofthedecay
In the beginning stars found there own voice and there was a clash in the heavens for the voices that spoke first declared rebellion a..
Indecision
A Poem by
childofthedecay
Sitting trying to piece this puzzle tattooed with a muzzle cuz they refuse to let me speak for myself on the bed of indecision ano..
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