This is not a poem
this isnt some blind realization
this isnt some universal truth
just a man deconstructing life
i'm just a poet
a man that binds his rhymes
but is the truth of this simply
the reason for my life
i wonder am i emo?
a soldier born of sin
i wonder am i emo?
if my life will end like this
but this is not a sonnet
or a poem written for life
these are not the words
of a man about to die
Some say i am not real
just a man thats lost in life
someone who needs acceptance
from the people in my life
Well here is honest truth
and the words that i must say
No joy can save my heart
No hug can fill my soul
no kiss can light my dreams
and no touch can change this me
am i really an emo
a man that wants to die
no i'm not an Emo
i'm a man that is alive
And when i cross the journey
of a life that is fufilled
when my words are bound and written
and are published through the world
The dark poet, the simple dreamer
will have finally changed the world
This is me, this is the real me. Look into my eyes and see the truth.
The Dark Poet Byron
Monday, December 29, 2008
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