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i dunno what to call these. theyre sorta like poems, but not in any kind of poetic form...but heres one of them

my mood as of late

the old days of light are now gone, lost in my memories, surrounded by the darkness the surrounds the world today. my heart, the last remaining map to those memories, being attacked by the darkness. the shadows claws reaching out, slashing and tearing away the pieces of my heart and that map with it. my blood pouring from those holes, staining the map so that it may never be read again, the ink fading in the streams of blood, falling to the earth. feeding the earth and creating new life for the dark to swallow, to tear down as it has to me...


and the other


untitled (also open for suggestion)

The lord cries tonight for she who can not love. it is not her heart which is of stone, but instead the family. But among all stone is a crack, and that crack leads to she.The lover though, must find the crack. When the crack is found, the stone will break, and she who cant love because of the family of stone, will love, and she will thank the crack with the love in her newly released heart.