Two parts of my mind,
Two parts heart,
They came together,
Then they fought.
Spinning,
Spinning,
Faster I went,
Onto the ground my body distressed.
My mind,
My heart,
They're not the same,
Only my pain,
Which turned me vain.
They accused me of wicked things,
Also they honored,
I was cursed among my dwellings,
And put upon by others.
Whispering to me they said,
"You'll soon be dead,
And noone shall dread."
Again I spun,
Faster,
And faster,
Stopping soon,
I was a disaster.
Darkness won,
The heart of me,
They owned my soul,
The only key.
Follow me,
And you will dwell,
Inside the gates
Of wicked Hell.
This is also one of my most favorite and beloved poems I had ever written cool This was written 10/19/08.
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