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Falling Rain

Falling rain

Thunder crashes and winds howl
in the falling rain of my eyes
Storms sent astray by your vindictive evil grip
Nothing was what i intended to do
but everything had been done in return
What a stain now left of what was my bleeding heart
A spot to be buried alive
No more will i dream of the lust
or of grandeurs twisted design
Only now do I see, that evil you present in love
Was the knife you dug deep inside
So of futures fate and gods design
I hold no wish or dream
Heart dead
pulse now faded
I slump over and resign
Your game.....check mate
letmeusethisname letmeusethisname 41-45, M 3 Responses Dec 16, 2010

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I enjoy rebellion though.

Nice phrases but too many pains are kept inside...Releasing it through words can somehow give a calming effect. Writing is an antidote for rebellion.

Thanks, gmg. you know the drill though. have to write it down or kill your self one brain cell at a time. :(