An Immortal Poet and her Photography



poetry - Power

As secrets were hidden, deep within me
I feel forsaken, but goodness is empowering me


As I kept on running, and I feel I could never win
But I ran and ran as fast as I could
Soon sweats were dropping
And it was a mad rush in

Utterly sick of what was bequeath
Upon evil onto me
As I am falling down into the abyss
Wrapped by the root core
Of your dark magic

I shall return to the surface
But first I’d free the entire human race
For I will burn you into ashes
That I shall walk upon

As secrets were hidden, deep within me
I feel forsaken, but goodness is empowering me

Is it fantasy, or reality?
Because this world is not big enough
For you and me


LauriesAsylum shared these thoughts...
Posted 2008-Feb-11 @ 04:07 AM

Very nice!

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