A Place Where Pain DiesA Poem by Mister Ratdunno what im doing anymore
ill bet youre feeling bad for yourself
counting the scars on your skin and feeling proud the things youve been through havent done much but kill you slowly youre the earths now breath for dirt and a whole heart for hurt wheres your victory now lie deep below and let currents flow above your spinning, empty head water rushes and your heavy thoughts grow loud one day there will be no sound and youll be gone for good not even death wants you, but silence will prevail awake but burried alive
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Added on July 3, 2014 Last Updated on July 3, 2014 AuthorMister RatRacine, WIAboutI'm a pretty miscellaneous writer in all honesty. Just puttin' it out there! But if I had to say what genres I tend to edge towards I'd have to mention: Fiction, Poetry, and Fantasy. I love to make.. more..Writing
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