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falling into a dark abyss
where the sirens both call and hiss
and maybe its blind luck, or torture,
that every arrow they throw is a miss
tell me, please?! are my eyes closed,
or open?
i feel so exposed
with my bleeding wounds wide open.
1,000 nights,
and 1,000 jeers,
1,000 freights,
and 1,000 tears.
my soul is gone,
and my mind's a mess,
i want your song
because without it, i'm worthless.
Its awfully hot
in this dark hell
where fire eats light
where Satan fell
my heart is gone,
cut out into pieces,
where demons placed leases.
i was a fool
to let you go,
i feel like a tool
and now i know
that the reason your gone,
was partially because of me,
and i'll wait for your song,
to set me free.
This is the first part of the poem i'm writing that i call Lost Paradise. originally i started writing this for a reason most people here know why but as i continued to write this i kind of noticed that there is more than just that in this poem.
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maybe you should make the font bigger, because it was kinda hard to read