"Black Soul'
All the darkness
Held inside
Created thoughts
He couldn't hide
Hate...resentment
Anger filled
Pain inflicting
Words he spilled.
Now he's left alone
And when
He has to just
Unload again
In dreams he rants
To his last breath
And rides the
Rancid horse
of death.
Kes
1996©
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