Why couldn't I just be evil?
Why couldn't I be the bastard everyone hates?
Why do I have to have a heart?
It's only good for getting broken anyways.
What use is a conscience?
Who needs a soul?
When depression
Eats at everything I am and hold
A/N: Was listening to some good ol' Voltaire and it inspired me to create this poem. Song is embedded above
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
