| User | Dark Romeo89 |
| Topic | A Poets Heart |
| Message | Dark
Cold Gruesome With a spark of gold Like a book you cannot touch You cannot behold Like a corridor With so many doors A dungeon With so many floors But towers into the sky Where birds fly And plum trees bloom with No knowledge of the ultimate doom Just a room where fires burn from the Pits of hell And smoke from burning flesh fume A world of fantasy Of elves and moss covered trees But the smell of stale tobacco smoke and burning flesh Blow in the breeze A place of infinity Open space Nothing in proximity Overwhelming loneness Only death’s possibility A place of inevitability Where anything is possible As I walk through the flames of hell and never blink Unstoppable All this flows together Forever Until never |
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| User | Dark Romeo89 | 2005-03-03 | |
| Subject | untitled |
| Message | Thanks
But i thank something is missing |