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It’s hard for me…
To be trapped within my own body and mind.
Can't remember when it happened...
Can't remember when he came…
I do know that I am sick of him,
And never will get rid of him.
He has locked me away,
Without delay,
Made me hide
My bright blue eyes
In this little,
Wimpy
Disguise.
Makes me evil
Makes me mean.
So I can watch,
The people scream.
Ruling over Haden
Destroying the stones.
Please someone help me
And burn his bones.
- by windcaster42 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/20/2011 |
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- Title: Scattered Stones
- Artist: windcaster42
- Description: I actually used this poem as a biography in one of my role plays. All in all, I think its a pretty cool poem, but I want to know what everyone else thinks! Please leave some comments! Thanks!
- Date: 04/20/2011
- Tags: fantasy stones scattered hiding body
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- xXHazmattazXx - 04/21/2011
- i love this poem! its really good. 5/5
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