Self Destructive Tendancies
I often find myself considering
What it would be like to Rot
and discover that I'm dissapointed
That I'm not
After all an ember
will burn out alone
but surrounded by its own ashes
It will Thrive
Not wishing to abandon
Only to be missed
I don't want to leave
I wish to be gone
Suffering is half misery
Half Nastalgia
Part of us hates pain
Part of us Covetts it
My mind is the Rot
My life is the victim
by
darksideofmeposted on 10/26/2009
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will burn out alone
but surrounded by its own ashes
It will Thrive
Wow... just wow, I am so deeply in love with this stanza, how true..
The whole poem was a delight to read.. Well a dark delight.