| 3 entries | | |  | | | | Soul-less Man | wrote | | Shackled to the Man
Who holds the keys
To my hopes and dreams
A slave to his personal greed
I struggle day and night
To feed his soul-less obsession
The things I get in return
Are lies within lies
And empty promises
Until my spirit weeps
I hide the hate
And choke back the bitter words
Because there is no choice
But one day
Life will become a full circle
And the soul-less man
Will get
What he deserves
And I will smile
And walk away | | | | | Thoughts... | wrote | | | Complete Happiness... Does it even exist? We claim 2 be absolutly happy but isn`t there always this little Thought, somekind of Sadness Or Suspicion, Doubt or HAte nagging at the back of our Mind? We can`t be completly happy or filled with just Happiness, not even 4 a Moment because there always is something that is there and doesn`t fit in2 the picture... | | | | | The Shadow | wrote | | Let the darkness come
Lit swallow me in shadows
Thick and impenetrable
Eating me until I become
A Shadow
Swirling,floating,wandering
Searching
For someone else
Indifferent
Who`ll let themselves be eaten
Because They just don`t care
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