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    dots Submission Name: Ghost Trapped In The Chrysalisdots
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    Author: Crestfallenman
    ASL Info:    24/M/CA
    Elite Ratio:    4.45 - 622/961/454
    Words: 581
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
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    dotsGhost Trapped In The Chrysalisdots
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    The devils myst warped my spirited into wilted flowers
    Darkended by the overwelmed by thy pitiful hours...
    Invisble, no one has listen what is inside of me,
    And leaves my heart where darkness is to feed...

    Controlling that very day, that this saddness was born
    Struck by the possessed black roses thorns...
    Alone to wallow away from the cruel society,
    Feeling so void, so tired, so bewildered, this isn't me...

    Going away from the darkness, I fade,
    A ghost that is so trapped with pain that stays...
    Lust pours down to his lustfelt vein,
    And the darkness devours him, and calls him by name

    And I am only asking why is this Lord,
    Why do I say these prayers to only be ignored...

    And the hours are falling down the line,
    They are lossing my images and I'm left behind...

    Fadding, fadding away,
    For onto this world I shall not stay...


    Burning away from the dark despair,
    A spirit walks in the shadows into the void of the air,
    To the dark spot that he towers,
    A garden of grave he cries to kill his lustful hours.

    Only to embrace where death brought,
    His unanswered words, and broken tears that rot,
    To the silver shiney midnight skies,
    He walks alone in the graveyard awaiting the cries...

    Forgotten like so,
    A darkness hour comes,
    To the forever blood shedding flow,
    To the hearts that rotted out numb...

    Forgotten in the shadows, the tears of him cry,
    And the air under the midnight sky,
    Flows through his translucent cold body,
    To lie inside the darkness that will destroy thee...

    Myseteriously,
    Dementedly,
    Lamentfully,

    Crying...

    Alone in the deep dark hours of this atrocity,
    To lament to death inside the his tradgedy,
    Ignored inside his crystal chrysalis of pain,
    A ghost walks in the cemetary under the harsh rain,

    Screaming to leave,
    And dying in his grieve...

    Aboard from the seance that was refused,
    Sent heaven to stay on purgatory to remain abused.
    Longing for the lost stars that breeded over this man,
    Brought the darkness and the pain he could not stand.

    Years and years shall flutter bye,
    But nothing will stop this despair to die...
    Lost in the consumed pits of darkness,
    His ghost walks in the bloody society in distress...

    A spirit wallows,
    And the darkness swallows,
    His heart,
    His heart that was shedded apart...

    Into tears of the death that left him behind,
    In the devestions that hallowed time...

    The spirits curses of death now bleeds,
    To the fools that burrowed his grave out of the weeds,
    Hacking the hearts out of the whores bodies,
    Alone to the world shall this spirit remain in agony...

    Breathing,
    Bleeding,
    Swallow the blood whores,
    Burn in the shadows, bleed forever, forever more...

    Burrow the holes into your heart,
    Ripping the whole world's windows apart...

    Tears flow red to the tradgedy,
    Nevermore shall this world be this easy to see,
    To the dark sides of the heavens we cry,
    Lest alone to die by the angel that fell from his sky...

    Mercy,
    Cry out the tragedies,
    Save our souls,
    Let this demon go,
    Is this disdained,
    That the world remanes,
    In valent blood stains,

    To breathe in the bells of hell from the great this myst
    Trapped a ghost was, in the darkness chrysalis...










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