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A More Perfect Vessel

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An innate sense of death in the air
My heart torn from it's resting place
Filled with lies, hate, and curiosity
I am decived so easily
I grow weiry of all the lies
I grow tired of the life I do not live
Regret begins to build
But regret leaves once more,
As a bullet enters
I make my final round on this mortal coil
The blood I bled too freely is cold
The mind that thought so carelessly is gone
Only the empty shell remains
As I make my way below,
All I see is what could have been,
And what will never be.
This is a rather old poem of mine, but I really like it.. The words just started flowing after someone I thought was my friend stabbed me in the back.. Anyway, enjoy!!
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MissHeartbreak's avatar
It was good. it makes me think of a few things. Quite a few things. I like when things make me think. So I thank you for creating this.