A World So Cold

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Broken and open
Alone and scattered
Confused and left behind to die.
The brutal horror of a shattered heart.
Empty.
Rage and unrelenting anger.
Infuriating.
Smash your fist against a wall.
Scream until the blood runs down your throat and chokes you like poison.
He left you.
What to do now?
Hate him, burn him, kill him, torture him, stab him, love him, fear him, cry for him.
It’s the end of the road.
Standing on the edge of a razor-sharp knife.
Your life behind you in the abyss.
Make sure you sing one last song - -
- - before the Night comes.
A black, dead tree casts a shadow upon your grave.
Forget-me-not
Or do
Nothing matters anymore
Forlorn in a graveyard
Desolate in the ocean
Lonely beyond despair
Why does this cruel world inflict such pain?
A pain that will never cease
A world that will not stop
Growing ever more vicious and cold-hearted
Absorbed in its own darkness
A hate that will never end
Ready to die.
Begging for death.
Wanting to see you one more time.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone with the tides of a furious black ocean.
Away on the song of my sorrows.
Lost in the tears of a thousand roses.
Forever gone.
Forever empty.
Forever alone.
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ME GUSTA! a couple parts don't flow as well, but those can be fixed by moving words to the next line, or by changing a couple of your word choices. maybe use a few more "spicy" words, like, instead of "Scream until the blood runs down your throat and chokes you like poison." maybe say "scream until blood runs in your throat and chokes poison" idk, just a suggustion. =)
Xx This side of mortality is
scaring me to death
to death xX

-The Temper Trap: Soldier On




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ahhah well actually this poem was an assignment for english class last year. we were supposed to write a 'beatneck' (or however you spell it) poem, and those kinds of poems have absolutely no rhythm, rhyme scheme, nothing. did u read the one.... howl.... i think its called... no idea who it's by.... but it was really good. its really confusing but i liked it hahah. im pretty much into the whole 'streams of consciousness' theme and of course the dark romantics, ya kno??
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Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.
— Corrie Ten Boom