Numb
I can feel the breath of cold death upon my shivering cheeks,
My convulsions stop and life is far from re... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 09/19/2003 @ 3:07am |
Alone
Two inches below her skin, six feet under ground,
Wisdom whispers in her ear, she breathes not a sound, ... |
| Depression Poems | Posted: 09/19/2003 @ 3:07am |
Insane
Depression has been smothered by anger, rising,
These dreams are vindictive, violent, the idea, enticing... |
| Hate Poems | Posted: 09/17/2003 @ 3:07am |
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