Death strikes heavily,
Beating on your heart..
Death strikes dearly.
Destroying a part of the soul.
Tears of sorrow spread,
Whenever you are near.
That little special someone,
That you use to hold dearly.
It hurts within,
When you sense yourself near.
The body of the once living.
Taking memories to ears..
As flashbacks occur,
Your tears grow thicker.
Tears of sorrow,
And some tears of... joy.
You can never find,
The one that has been lost.
Dearly you search,
But you always fail.
Death strikes hard,
On your heart and soul.
Yet, your spirit within,
Grows stronger, and never cold...




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I'm old, and out of date.
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Some people live their lives without ever going crazy. How increbibly dull their lives must be.' - Bukowski.
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"Life is like a box of chocolates: You may not know what your gonna get" -Forrest Gump
"If you get it, you may not want it" -Me
"Don't Hate me, I'm just an insane bystander"-Me
"Never is a word better left to quicksand"-Me
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please excuse my split personality
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don't you like my 3 dots ...
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I'm old, and out of date.
anyway here's a couple of writers i met on this site..
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please excuse my split personality
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Registered Visitor Badge # 43
don't you like my 3 dots ...
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I'm old, and out of date.
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I'm old, and out of date.