this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


Sweetly haunting music,
Came forth to confuse my mind,
Falling into nightmares,
that were not to kind.

Love came flying upon its silver wings,
Burning like fires roused to stain,
That whispered sweet revenge.
Why do I cause myself pain?

I fell afoul to love,
Descending to eclipse all hope
Twisting, tormenting my poor soul,
Draped in hatred, struggling to cope.

Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:45

Tags Fear  Nightmares  Nohope 

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