7th.

Only the lies,
Hidden in the skys,
Are truths,
Of the once youths,
Day in day out,
Sin, Dout,
There all the same,
Burning in the flame,
Putting off the blame,
Always full of shame,
Always a hidden name,
For there newest game,
Unitl they became,
The one the only,
The undone the lonly,
Dead as dirt,
But instead i hurt,
To see the one,
As i run,
But go nowhere,
Stuck in my dispear,
I run i cry,
Im done i die,
But i shall rise and rise again,
To see all the crys of the misfortunate eyes,
So today i lay awake,
Knowing myself that im a fake a lie,
Why cant i just die,
So today i lay to rest,
Into this i give my best,
So now i must say goodbye,
So i sit and cry,
So i sit and die,
All the while i deny,
My time is up im out of supply.

                   By Owen Robillard AKA The_Stalker    AKA Thestalker09

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  • Liekomgz on Dec 11, 2009

    Great poem. You should go over your spelling though!

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