Soul Reepers Secret

Create the incredible, though blackness wins...
Desroy the unbreakable, though blackness kin...
Live the unforgiveable, though blackness sin...
Try the unthinkable, selfish skin...

Cry for me as I slip past you...
Die for me as I live past you...

Scowling smiles stain my windows
overshadowed by thier enuendos

But one dies to cry and tries life to control what I have created
It's not me, just ended up me.



Poetry by NamFoNos
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Written on 2005-08-02 at 07:37

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epohonci
"it's not me, it just ended up me..."

that line just catches the reader's eyes and makes 'em go "whoa..."

definite talent displayed here :)
2005-08-06


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
shite
2005-08-03


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
"Scowling smiles stain my windows
overshadowed by their inuendos" - these are the lines that caught my imagination... very nice... thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-08-02