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Dark Depression by ~snow-white-angel:iconsnow-white-angel:

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My depression runs deeper then the bloodline of wolves,
and scars quicker then the fastest river.
My depression is like three hundred horses plowing their hooves into me.
Not like I have a choice to turn away and call my depression a lonely flower,
That's just waiting to bloom.

My tears are something to be ashamed of, for I gave myself away.
As everyone turns their head my direction, I turn away.
I will not let them see my tears, letting them know their the cause of the pain.
I'll sit out here when it's cloudy and grey and just watch the rain.
My tear's will be hidden, just like my pain.

My breaths is the air that I lack,
I know I'm not going to get it back.
For all I know someone took the air I need.
Their going to make me look like a slave, every word they say I heed to.
They'll believe that their strong, making me feel as if I'm just another throw-away plastic sack.

My blood runs deep, deep, and deeper still.
You do not have the guts to see the pain I wield.
Believe me or not, that's your choice to say.
I'll tell you this much, my pain is my way.
You can punch, scream, and kick me, my words never fail, for my blood's the answer you'll feel.

My body is broken, scared and cut.
You are the ones that thought of it.
Scars from the past are painful to endure.
What's more painful is the breaks I must mend and never surrender.
Once I give up, the fight is lost, and what did I win, besides the dust that gathers?

My spirit, so fragile, so thin.
Do you realize it won't bend?
You can try to make me do your bidding.
Sadly, I'll just be there for the taking.
Taking your own pain, and mixing it with my own, trying to save you from the loneliness just by being alone.

My darkness I will hide in.
No one will ever look for me then.
You'll look in the river, seeing if I fell.
I'm not an idiot that I'll tell.
You're looking down, somone'll push, not me but a ghost of your own punishment.

My bright smile, so easy to see through.
Yet no one seems to notice it though.
I'm sort of glad I'm able to fool you.
Not for long though, that'll not do.
You'll see through, maybe too late, and then what will you say? That it was my own fate.

My careless stance, so easy to push.
Do you really believe that I'm a douche?
I really hate people like you.
Too artificial, and never true.  
People that are natural like me, like her, never last long in the word of evil.

Spirits are broken.
Ways are made.
Tell me you're sign.
Tell me your way.
Maybe one day, when you're here.
Stand next to me, and you'll see.
That you're just another one.
That fell for me.
©2008-2009 ~snow-white-angel
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~Zeroknight May 2, 2008, 11:25:17 PM
Wow great poem. it will make people think about it meaning

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"Total slaughter, total slaughter, I won't leave a single man alive. La-dee-da-dee Die, Genocide, La-Dee-Da-Dee Dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin, the killing time." - Vash

"Life is like one big RPG, without the rules" - Gerry
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~snow-white-angel May 3, 2008, 7:34:08 AM
Thanks ^_^

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~Zeroknight May 3, 2008, 10:08:28 PM
No problem

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"Total slaughter, total slaughter, I won't leave a single man alive. La-dee-da-dee Die, Genocide, La-Dee-Da-Dee Dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin, the killing time." - Vash

"Life is like one big RPG, without the rules" - Gerry
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~Kid9535 Jul 25, 2008, 5:47:55 PM
Hey man, I needed some new inspiration so I hope you don't kill me for this:

Hate is but a line between love

My hatred slashes through a forest of thoughts
Like the most blood thirsty hounds
Battle scars streaked a crimson hue
My hatred, a hurricane pounds
Trailer parks swirling and crashing
Against the side of my mind in a flurry
I do not have a choice to call
My hatred an explosion of fury

My hands are something to celebrate
For many a man I have slain
Grasping tight the sword of truth
My cool look a mask of the pain
I’ll sit out here where it’s cold and dark
And the battle scene runs fresh
I’ll gladly observe where I’ve left my mark
In many a dead man’s flesh

My breath is my essence of life
Sometimes I don’t think I need
It takes no effort to cut into minds
Like a parasitic beast, I feed
I’ll chain them to my sword
Their minds twisted round and round again
Sucking pure life out of their souls
Till they are no longer men

My blood is my life source
A river of truth and hell
Can you bear the burden of my life?
The fires of my soul, can you quell?
It is eternal from the fruit I have taken
The most forbidden fruit of all
I will take and take and take again
Death, blood stained on every wall

My body is strong and stronger still
My soul a rock hard stone
My scars from the past though painful
The sword in my hand is like loam
I will never give in not even if
My life liquid stains another’s hand
I will fight and fight till I’ve killed you all
I will never hear another demand

My spirit is unbendable
Like my will, stronger and determined
Men may try to tame me
As they wield their swords, undermined
I will cut them down, every last one
Even you as you stand
But your retaliates are getting stronger
I find myself all over the land

This darkness we have in common
Like cowards we do hide
Forever fighting to our deaths
Like men, side by side
If I fell in the river
You were the one who pushed
You’ll never check
Because you’ll hear a definite whoosh

I rarely smile, but you do otherwise
Claiming that I should too
As I can scare babies with my glare
But my eyes twinkle when I'm with you
I sometimes ask you why you smile so much
Said you had to make up for me
Make up for the frown I gave
For every crease in my forehead, you gave three

My fighting stance and yours
Are not so easily broken
I sometimes think you’re like a doll
A porcelain one, a pottery token
But Pinnochio’s taken a wood-to-flesh break
I’ll crack that mask of your one day
Maybe then we can fight to the end
Maybe then I will, for the first time, pray

Bodies are easily discarded
Flesh and skin torn
It’s always been that way
Since the world was born
But this is the first time
I want to take the hand of my prey
And walk towards the sign
And, in peace lay

One day, we’ll stand together
At the very top of the world
Where no one can get us
Say we have no worth
One day I want to tell you
I want to let you see
You were the first that didn’t fall
The fallen one, was me.

End

This can be taken (if you know what I'm talking about) as a KuroxFai, ZoroxSanji, TezuxFuji or a YukixSana.

Yes, their all yaoi. Btw the poem was awesome. But a little inconsistent.

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Nfu~ Kufu~ Hya~ Ushi~ Nya~
(Could you tell where they were from?)
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