painA Poem by Angela Proctordarker times
You live souley to hurt others
Your life has n purpose that to provide pain and torture to innocent souls Your heart is cold and black Your blood runs tick and slow threw your walking rotting corpse There is no life inside you only death You can not provide love or happiness to anyone Only pain and suffering You think you hurt others for their own good You hurt others for your own pleasure To see pain and tears sadness and dispaire is your drug your ectasy You live for the drug called sadness Your food is the souls of the innocent There is no good inside you only the purest form of evil So pure the devil is jealous
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Added on August 18, 2014Last Updated on August 18, 2014 AuthorAngela Proctorglens falls , NYAboutI am a 34 year old mom looking to get my work out to the world more..Writing
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