Cyncial Creature of the Underworld's blog: "my poems"

Pain is everywhere

And yet it's nowhere;

I sit and wonder why

i've yet to die!

Life is no longer meaningful

And yet the world is sorrowful

Upon my depature.

It almost seems like torture.

I lay here in my final hour

Watching my enemy come to power

I realize there is nothing but pain

And yet so many died in vain

Over something that doesn't exsist

But yet they persist

that what they are doing is right

And yet it is so wrong

Only the strong survive isn't right

Anymaore, because the stars don't shine bright

They have become the thing they fear.

The end is so near!

The light is consumed

By the darkness that sheilded me

As I fought to be free

Free of emotions and my passions

Free of "them" and my decisions

THis truely was my finally hour