Poor CreatureA Poem by The Silver ChordMarry the devil, sleep with the demons. Tossing and turning, Hell burning beneath your sheets. Slandering the good and devoted, slowly becoming a beast from bellow. Pretending to uphold good stature, while being dragged to Hell. Casting out the little bit of decency you have left, wallowing in the bed of pity your making. Leaving the life that you once adored, poor creature of the abyss.
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The Silver ChordARAboutMy name is Silver Chord, and I too like to party. Generally I'd like to say that I think way too much. All I ever seem to be doing is thinking, pondering, musing over some random thought or idea. .. more..Writing
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