ComfortA Poem by Lord of mad men
Some find comfort in others
Some find it in blades Some find it in flames Some find it in alone Well I do not find it I am to comfort but never to be comforted I do not wish to be weak so I sand strong I am the protecter and not the protected I am the flaming blade to cut though your loneliness © 2016 Lord of mad menFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on September 30, 2016 Last Updated on September 30, 2016 AuthorLord of mad menThe void., PAAboutI am broken I am scarred I am twisted I am burned I am corrupted I am warped I am distorted I am me After all this time? Always...... I was born the first day of the tenth month of the ye.. more..Writing
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