October 13, 2008
Our relationship does fluctuate,
Like heat to cold or stroll to gate.
The mechanisms escape my mind,
They keep on moving with me behind.

We move on through the voided time,
Our message sent through sublime.
Days do pass, weeks as well,
The silence kills, feels like hell.

Hope brings pain in darkest shades,
A viking's ship brought to raids.
I hate this feeling, yes I do.
I hate this feeling, how bout you?

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Kaotic_Drake said...
Nov. 3, 2008 at 6:28 pm
The last stanza definitely needs some reworking... though exactly how you do it is up to you. I would personally suggest scrapping the last stanza and redoing it.
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