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Blood soaked moon
There's a quiet place of regret stirring violently in my chest
There are so many words left unprofessed ,and over the years I've regressed
Back into abyssmal sorrows I retreat
Until the day I make my way before the heavenly seat
I've been ravaged by mankind's inconsolable evils
So Iconstruct walls against what's conceivable
Unbelievable horrors shape mythoughs under a blood soaked moon
Under its eerie radiancy I betray all conformity taught
Taking to my bookshelf and peeling back the pages of my diaries
It's a wonder how my innocence is behind me
I've taken to the shadows that only know deep grief
A depth perceived to reach a stalemate against relief
How the stars shine upon the fiery waters within
And shame burns hotter beneath my skin
So how do I return to my innocent state
Life is empty like my concious slate
God what have I done to bring forth such darkness
Clawing at my stomach is the desire to rid myself of heartlessness
Gray skies fall down to earth in a gloomy undercoat
I'm still shivering in the icy depths of loss, I cannot stay afloat

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It is a project for my english class. I wrote it in class the day it was assigned. I was so inspired by the Frankenstein book that I could not have resisted when I had found out a poem was an option for our project