Soren Valentine Poems

Grey waters collide,

the advent of a goddess.
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We often gaze at the heavens above,
hoping, hoping that they're falling in love,
When the Ripper his illusions doth weave,
for in reality our heavens do cleave.
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O Darkness of mine,
Why do they maltreat you?
O Sorrow so kind,
What is it you do?
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These clouds ominous,
hath in my eyes become lustrous,
as the lightning flashes
and the earth it dashes
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Stars. Dost thou truthfully think they exist?
Oh please.

They are an illusion, just like the rest of this pathetic world.
In the end, all fades into grey nothingness.
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I would rather be somewhere else,
wandering the world at night,
than be here by myself,
living in constant ennui and fright.
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Long has the fallen wandered,
through doors with no return.
To the edge of Darkness' glory,
to glimmering seas of blood.
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Poesy's heart is difficult to discern.
She remains in the past; her songs are pleasant,
yet contain no rhyme.
She is dark and somber, yet within her core radiates hope.
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There was a boy,
he was so young,
his life was a toy,
on a pole it hung.
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Feeling so secure
behind these walls I drew,
these walls obscure.
Wake up to find they aren't real.
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