Frozen in winter
i opened my heart
i hope i die
alone
no feeling
this is my sancturary, nevermore
this is war
the cure for my mind and strength
i sit and watch myself...deteriorate..
is this what its like to be dead?
heart, soul..
alone...
It is planned or is it my own suicide
TONIGHT?
lost
burn away, ashes are only left
this is my final excuse
this is my sancturary, nevermore
this is war....














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Reminds me of a journal entry I had to do in Social about war. It's short but spot on the point.
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It's "deteriorate" not "deteriate".
This poem has an interesting structure, although I personally do not think that most of the line breaks/indents made any difference. It is still a good poem, however.
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and its
is it planned or is it my own suicide...
still dont make much sense hmmm?
i dont remember what the line was suppose to mean..forgot while i slept..ill try to remembe tho...
-ash
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