| A room Darker Then the Devil's Soul, Nothing, but Black, Empty air of a Drafty Cave. Her Cursed Soul So Alone, With Hungry Thoughts, Of Love, In her World Of Lust. Life has no meaning As she drifts from Day to Day. Her Heart, So Lost In her Lonely, Hollow, Box of Hate. Throbbing and Thumping Within the Fiery Blood Of her own Pain. My First Poem <My Life> Copy Right 2004 Mallory Stroop |
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