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the poets haven
my mind and pen work as one ,
but with out my heart i come undone.
emotions lost in moments time
give me feul for every line
the bliss and peace are dead once more
when words so friece begin to pour
feelings trapped within my blood
are now on page like a flood
overflowing with hate and pain
always dreaded just the same
so lost in mist a ground i need
but spitefull life gives no deed
reching deep withing my soul
scraping away the hard dark coal
this is where i come to be
far from judgement and tradgity
shivering cold and in the dark
push on my artist mark
the sanctuary of my mind
is where i come, this youll find
from evil sins and monsters deep
the gift is my sheild, sweet art my sword,
so wicked daggar strick a heart cord
here my demons come to light
and on the page is where we fight
a battle feirce that never ends
all these creatures slains by pens
my secret sin is laid out plain
its morbid romance in my brain.
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