TragedyA Poem by Pssss I don't Exist.We're all just pawns in this bittersweet tragedy. A tragedy with blood for ink. And pale skin for paper. Played by the kids. Who's lives are full of dread Bloodstained dreams, Unholy themes, That drive them to madness. A twisted hatred perplexing them Shifting their rusted gears wrong Playing the crows song, they are. Their last breath, choking up blood they whisper it out, like lies in the wind Choked out by the frail screams and washed away by the streams. They slit there throats, and drain out to sea there they flow with the tide, and sing with the sea. These kids they wish, they wish for death Most to there very, very last sorrow filled breath. But they are just pawns, to this bloodthirsty lie Who's author is unknown, into the blackened night Whoever it is, whatever their name, To them, it's all just a game. © 2010 Pssss I don't Exist.Featured Review
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Added on December 2, 2010Last Updated on December 2, 2010 AuthorPssss I don't Exist.Lawndale, NCAboutHello. This is but a hollow shell that I never get on anymore, So therefor this thing is dead. more..Writing
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