Ghosts and demons, hide my soul Like miners lungs, blocked with coal Madness rages, through my mind Like broken children, in search to find The sick old man, who forced his will Now it's time, to Kill... Kill... Kill... Dale J. Conway Jan 12, 2000
Reason for writing:
I'm a little new to the poetry scene. Most of the stuff I have are just random thought's. Sometimes I find what I'm looking for and sometimes I get lost between the lines. Let me know what you think. Good or bad!
Birth sign: Cancer
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