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A dark fog rose
High into the sky,
Shielding what's left of the dim sun
The mighty or the weak,
The smart or the dumb
Could not possibly escape.
Out of the light,
And into the darkness,
The pathways are far too vague.
With its infinite possibilities,
The endless twists,
And the road-less turns.
You stumble into
An abandoned graveyard
One with only one grave.
It, too, abandoned,
All dusty and crumbling,
Awakens a chill and shiver.
But none-the-less,
You step up to the lone stone
And bent down.
With one swoop,
You dusted away
All the dust and webs
And with your own eyes
You read the name
On the empty gravestone.
It is your name
And in the end,
You chose the path of death.
The fog,
It seems,
Only hides two paths:
The path of living and surviving,
And the path of death and dying,
Which everybody will eventually stumble onto...
- by -Dimension XIII- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/23/2009 |
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Fallen Demonic Heart - 09/03/2009
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now i read yours read mine
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- Fallen Demonic Heart - 09/03/2009
- Yay..........
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- LinkinParkRules123 - 08/24/2009
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- The Misery Of Life - 08/24/2009
- >.>
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- wildflower2828 - 08/23/2009
- I liked it and could read it just fine. I love The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
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- -Dimension XIII- - 08/23/2009
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@ Heartless AzNbOi: Grandma, you almost always say that ._.
@tifflete: Wtf? Highlight - Report As Spam
- Heartless AzNbOi - 08/23/2009
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u suck
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