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by Ilyena
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #1095499
This is what runs over my head
You're like the stars
You watched over me
Like the scars
You’ll never let me be
Your like the hate

I want to kill the violent side of me,
But can violence kill violent misery,
Can the roots of evils be pulled outside,
Can the roots of hell really die,

Is the world a deadly place
Or am I just another face
Among the thousands of other men
Am I just another that will live till the end

In a loss is a gain
Amongst the happiness is a pain
Mixed in with the doubt is the despair
Mixed in the hatred is your stair

And there it goes again
Mix the pain in with this rain
Mix my world with yours
Let you feel the cold hard corps

I stood there watching you
Watching me like you always do
The angle from my dreams
You still haunt the gleaming screams

A touch about me sparked that emotion called hate
And closed the darkening gates
That very emotion closed all doors
To which the keys no longer are yours
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