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My Weakness
In our weakness we write down our dreams Often simply an exercise designed to expel our real fears The fears born out from our past Obscene experiences Deplorable in nature Though forever vivid in detail Why is it that the things we always hope to remember The joys of our life Fade in the memories eye Whereas all we wish to forget We can never escape Haunting us in our dreams Scarring the days of our future A future forever tainted It is said we are defined by the things we have done Our experiences Our environment If this is true I must always be the deserving whore Raped for your pleasure And this forever my hell If you enjoyed this poem and would like to read more of my work I currently have two books available that can be obtained through the links below. Velvet Death – The Dark Poetry Anthology http://www.lulu.com/content/177683 Velvet Paradox – The 2nd Dark Poetry Anthology http://www.lulu.com/content/254973
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