When All Hope DiesA Poem by Will
Screams of a thousand bloody souls
all rummage through my head. They pierce the silence and taint the night as I lie here in my bed. The damned and needy cry for help blinded by agony. They seek out help from the strong and bold, but get stuck with just oi' me. Poor unfortunate souls, In pain, and in need. Now chanting the dirty words of their demonic creed. Their pain, remorse and sorrow are louder than screams could be. One day, God willing, it will be that the damned can be free. Free of my mind and of my ears I won't have to hear their cries. The days they come and shout me down are the days when all hope dies. © 2013 WillReviews
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StatsAuthorWillBrooklyn, NYAboutWell now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..Writing
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