March 11, 2012
By Roxannex GOLD, Liverpool, Other
Roxannex GOLD, Liverpool, Other
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There you stand
All alone
Just waiting
for your throne
The naphentile river
and passion accurst
will never clench you
of the dejection
An unholy exterse
Sometimes I wonder
Where is your gate?
And are society the only ones?
That driven you to hate
Forever naked,
wearing nothing but death
Silently you reek,
it's melancholy breath
Hostility wears your face
It's unearthly ethreal glow
You were the boy
I could never bestow
So goodbye, sweet David
My only friend
My lunatical zombie
I'll allow you to pend
for your rose to wilter
for your feelings to condone
And there you are
Still waiting
for your throne

The author's comments:
About a boy I met with a mental illness.

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