Dark TurmoilA Poem by Dark Beauty
A darkened blackish vine
full of sharp thorns tormenting my thoughts as it's tight gripped vine constricts all movement Aches of thorns pulsating,pounding where my cuts lay deep twisted thorns as death grows near coldness of air rushes over me weighed down with iron chains This darkened blackish vine won't hear my plea never letting me forget what darkness can bring it does not care and it only has one thing reigns on my soul unending rest © 2011 Dark BeautyReviews
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26 Reviews Added on September 13, 2011 Last Updated on September 18, 2011 AuthorDark BeautyTucson, AZAboutLove to write Poetry, and SpokenWord looking for reviews with good or bad feedback as I will give reviews as well and any ideas are welcome!!!!! "Keep Writing, my pen is my Thy soul shall fi.. more..Writing
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