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There is a black wall

on the other side of you.

The wall is in the front

both sides and of course either up or down.

You crash and fall

into it every day.

You feel like pounding

your fist until you

cant stand it.

You scream but no one can hear it.

There is a black wall

you cant see

but you cant pass it

You keep crashing til you cant bare it,

Then one day you think

You are winning against it.

You hear a cracking

but to late its falling but

on you til you sufficate.

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TheVampyreNico
06:21 Aug 02 2009

Some one help me set this one free for the madness and lonliness sets in. Truely a beautiful poem indeed I do so enjoy reading them keep them acoming.

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GobletOfBlood
13:49 Aug 31 2009

yea.. very nice poem.. a truth of our struggles, at times a force that restricts our progression in life...

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fleshwound
13:47 Sep 08 2009

nice

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how does one feed

on ones neck

or just a peck

on the thigh.

Maybe high on the chest

the jest of it might tingle

or maybe mingle with the

highs and lows of one hightened

senses.

maybe pleases the nerves

or just tease the endings.

Or do you nibble

til the skin slightly breaks

and a trickle slowly runs

over ur tongue

or maybe a large bite

so it flows in your mouth and over your fangs.

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TheVampyreNico
06:19 Aug 02 2009

I love this one too as well. very beautiful words.

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A vampyre sits down to enjoy

the site of his first kill.

How did this come after

such a thrill?

Does he be happy

or sad he ended up this way?

It was suppose to be this way

maybe its feeling right.

Maybe after enjoying

the rest of the night.

After all by a few years in eterntity

who only know?

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TheVampyreNico
06:18 Aug 02 2009

Lovely poem indeed Bravo

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