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lost poem 1

The pain is haunting me like a ghost,

Making me hypnotized under its spell...

It tears me like a piece of paper,

Held onto the hands of demons...

It holds me like a boulder,

Trapping me under its weight...

This pain is making me hold back from my reality...

The only reality I had once known,

Has faded into the pouring rains,

In which my tears are being mixed in with it...

If I ever come back unscathed from this pain,

Then I have revolutionized my entire soul...

But my soul had came to pass...

It's vanished behind the curtains of eternal depression,

The eternal flames of sorrow, loss, and anger,

And the pit of suicide...

My old soul has been lost,

But my new one has come out to play,

With your strings of life...

A possible teaser for a new poem book instead of my diary...stay tuned...