September 30, 2008
By Anonymous

The burden of a curse.
One last chance to make things right.
A desprite choice caused by a cruel past.
What would it be like to carry the mark of your past I might soon find out,
but I'm not alone my mind can finally rest.
This everlasting pain will be lifted from my heart.
As the morning sun burns I remeber the promise I must keep.
This sorrow is gone now and I can breath.
This knife will hold its secrets.
Let me sleep my enernal sleep so I write Rest-In-Peace...

The author's comments:
This is poem is dedicated to my best friend. This work is a little exagerated but to a friend whos bonds are as close as family and a dearly missed friend i would like something this strong for the world to see as proof of our friendship.

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