12-05-2004, 06:24 AM | #11 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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You and your dark poems, Squall. =Ăž Here's another of mine. ^^
"The Burning Path" A burning path, with ice inside, One more failure, I will not ride. I'll have to walk the burning path, And face the cold's unnerving wrath. The burning pain, the numbing cold, All of this had been foretold. I grimace through it all the while, Just another hellish trial. My life's temptations set before me, Drinking, drugs, things abhorring, Calling to me; give up the fight! Ignore it, stick with what is right. The burning path now starts to clear, See all the things I hold most dear, My love, my family, and my friends, I see this burning path's own end. They welcome me with open arms, They're all real; no false alarms. Finally at the end of the path, I made it through; look back and laugh.
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
Last edited by Cloud Strife; 12-05-2004 at 08:00 AM. |
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