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Alone on the West
We bow down to the death of these fine shoresOur generation in search of an aptitude so pureLost for direction and tied in the stateWith hope as a burden not to hold but berateThe love in this epoch will leave us coldNihilism a path to walk whilst sentiment scoldsWe are the lost generation with crippled pride for the crestEvery morning we yearn for reason when we are alone on the west
By Neal Sawyer8 years ago in Poets
Sweet Revenge
My tomb, the place where I have lived for thousands of years. My home, my love, my life. Dark in every corner, spiders silently making their webs, bats hanging from the ceiling watching with their red beady eyes, but now that's all gone. Now... Now I walk the halls of the true monsters who took it all from me. I haunt their dreams, make them shiver in terror as they watch me approach and then vanish. Now I have a new home. The dark slowly creeping in every corner, spiders making new webs, but something is different, something better, something scarier. Lightning strikes the sky while the bats spook all visitors. My new home is a warning to the grave diggers.
By Eli Carter8 years ago in Poets
