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Forsaken Memory

March 15, 2011
By Dread GOLD, Cincinnati, Iowa
Dread GOLD, Cincinnati, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
Men only think of their past right before their death, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive.<br /> <br /> Just because I&#039;m giving up , doesn&#039;t mean i don&#039;t care. It means I&#039;m tired of giving my everything and ending up with nothing.


I stare as the shadows and let my mind rest.
A memory plays but it’s not the best.
I see myself but what I see makes me scream out in hate.
It’s what began my curse and sealed my fate.
The blood poured out like a river, her eye, glazed and lifeless, brought me great pleasure but later I grew bitter.
Years went by and I was doomed to repeat this action again and again, so now I wither.
Hate burns in my heart and fuels my desire and for one unlucky soul this will be there last hour.
So now I play my twisted game in which the player has no power.


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