Crying Pain Poem by grim blackhart

Crying Pain



roses are red
violets are dying
winter is coming
and my soul is crying
my soul is crying out
for some one to set it free;
free from the evil that lives inside me.
this evil inside tears me apart,
limb from limb.
heart from heart.
free me now
free me please;
free me from this deadly disease
it's killing me very slowly.
to painful to bear.
why won't this stop
and save me from despair? ? !

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wonder land! ! : D
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