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| The End? I wanted to thank you, For being so subtle, But, you went charging in, Raving about injustice, Not thinking you were doing a friend one. I wanted to thank you, For not putting me in the middle, But, when I'm struggling to Make things right, You are not satisfied until You have won the fight. It doesn't matter that you have, Hurt me in the meantime, Who cares about a nondescript Existence such as mine? So, thank you for being a friend, But don't be surprised if I say It's the end |
| Close I've nearly been there, So many times, Obliteration in my hand, Resplendent flash, Before my eyes. A slash of cutting punctuation, Breathes close to my skin, Eager and bloodthirsty edge, Taunting me, ready to dig in. The undemonstrative metal, Asks no questions, But heeds no lies, Within my blade, My life it ties. nebriated with its ability, To ease my mind, I treat it as a duenna, Or life-long guide. In purgatory all the time, It's raucous display of power, Ratifies my pointless crime. I want to end my quickness, In it's prime. |
| Hate Spiteful? I learnt it all from you. Vicious? You give your fair share too. Hurtful? Is my life a game? Crazy? You don't know my pain. Ungrateful? What did you ever give? Hateful? I don't want to live |
| Shadowed Blackness stalks me, Windy and chilling, Death seeks my soul, My blood is spilling, Splashing the earth, In circles of red, Fate will only be pleased, When I'm lying dead. Escaped doom too long, I've walked the night, When I should be lying, Sleep holding me tight. So I travel alone, Never stay too long, For Death always follows, With a mournful song. |
| Grima Raven hair and clouded eyes, Stormy beauty hidden inside. Turned to evil, lost all light, Swathed in darkness, bound in night. Doomed to anger and lost in fear, You wait for a master to appear. Just a servant, promised power, Locked up in a dark, black tower. (Dedicated to Grima Wormtongue, 'Lord of the Rings') |
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