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To be no more
How I crave the cold embrace of eternal slumber
It tears the fabric of my existence with the fermented nails of my tortured life.
I long for the nevermore of eternal night.
The blissful release of a trapped soul from this unhallowed temple.
To sleep, to rest, to be no more.
At roads end, the deepest dungeons of despair.
I find no peace here, only the rivers and valleys of horrid years beyond repair.
Cowardly I seem to much to grant myself relief.
leaving me here to pine away in hell filled grief.
It tears the fabric of my existence with the fermented nails of my tortured life.
I long for the nevermore of eternal night.
The blissful release of a trapped soul from this unhallowed temple.
To sleep, to rest, to be no more.
At roads end, the deepest dungeons of despair.
I find no peace here, only the rivers and valleys of horrid years beyond repair.
Cowardly I seem to much to grant myself relief.
leaving me here to pine away in hell filled grief.
Published 30th Jun 2015
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30th Jun 2015 9:24pm
1st Jul 2015 00:05am
WOW this poem is dark and full of emotion, I really do like it. It brings me back to my younger Goth years. :-)
1st Jul 2015 3:37am
Yes sadly some very deep dark emotions that seem to wrap ones soul with pain. Very well done reaven.
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1st Jul 2015 9:43am
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1st Jul 2015 2:34pm
I really love short, yet very emotional and dark poems. Thanks for writing this... :-)
8th Jul 2015 9:11am
