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Lost Soul by ~vampyrenyx:iconvampyrenyx:





She used to be a queen
She used to have everything
Sadness a distant thought,
that never touched her smiling face

She used to be an angel
She used to be my hero
Until today I saw her eyes
Filled with tears, and such sorrow

She used to hold compassion
She used to be a dream
I wanted to weep in shame
to drink all those tears away

She used to be my queen
She used to be my everything
but now I know pain is a bitter enemy
that nightmares are not just in my dreams
©2005-2009 ~vampyrenyx
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Submitted: June 9, 2005
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Comments: 9
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New poem, yep thats right I wrote a whole poem. As for the preview, I know it looks like crap. I wanted something to post the poem with, so I just threw something simple together. Tomorrow I will sit down and smooth all the edges out, and blend it in a little better. :D

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i like it. is it supposed to be free verse? either way i really like it. and the picture as well :) nice job i must say ^^

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someone set up us the bomb O.O
Yeah it's free verse. Thanks for the sweet comment! :D

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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
:relaxed: :absolut:
It's very bittersweet, Hun...has a sense of yearning to it :)

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Fear is the mother of morality.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Thank Gods zombies don't smell like food...or food like zombies...



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Nice preview. Glad you used my stock in it. :)

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My no-stock
great poem. love the emotions from it and the pic goes well
I'm really glad you liked. Thank you for the sweet comment.

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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
:relaxed: :absolut:
wow harrowing ending, and great use of langauge throughout, the whole poem is really interesting, and

She used to be an angel
She used to be my hero
Until today I saw her eyes
Filled with tears, and such sorrow



is just a truly fantastic stanza, I like this a lot! great job :hug:

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"Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body- I dunno..." -Morrissey
Thanks for the fav, and the nice comment!

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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
:relaxed: :absolut:

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