My 3rd poem.

the darkness come at its own pace,
through the fire like a race,
as it comes closer to you,
you see the truth in it too,
you see the truth isnt just a lie,
you see its the way people live there lives,
for the people witch i speak,
the darkness come without a creek,
and as it tries to swallow them,
they feel thier own condem,
by now its too late,
but there only the bait,
as the people here there screams,
they come runing willfully,
and as they come 1 by 1,
the darkness eats them till there done,
but as they scream and scream some more,
we will try to even the score,
and as we try to think and think,
we forget not to blink,
and in that time it took to blink,
the darkness came now we couldent even think,
beacause our bodies were so dark,
the darkness got to our heart,
so as you see this truth be told,
the darkness is getting old,
so as we try to cure it,
we cause more by feeding it.

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  • Liekomgz on Dec 11, 2009

    Keep up the good work owen!

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