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The hardships of life wear down our soul.
A spiraling chaos of anxiety haunts us,
Stalks us.
With an endless hunger,
Feeds off our anguish.
Diminishing hopes,
Dreams,
Life.
Destroying joys and pleasures,
Burning energy,
Ressurecting depression from the ashes.
Descretely,
Steadily,
Murders purpose to live...
- by A Hidden Darkened Angel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/10/2009 |
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- Title: Eternal Curse
- Artist: A Hidden Darkened Angel
- Description: Just a poem I though of on night when i had been in a depressing state...
- Date: 01/10/2009
- Tags: eternal curse depression chaos unholy
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Comments (2 Comments)
- A Hidden Darkened Angel - 01/11/2009
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it means that it like...
it kills the purpose to live, you feel like "why should i even be alive". - Report As Spam
- supergirl10895 - 01/10/2009
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on your last line, did you mean that all the things you said were the purpose of murders? or a murderer's purpose?
I hope you don't feel as depressed anymore though. - Report As Spam