![]() Closet Emo Work: PainA Poem by Morgan Ashire![]() A piece from a time of my life that I look back on in shame. I add this for those here who enjoy this writing style. Open for review only.![]()
It hurts. It really hurts having your soul torn down like that. Only at night, in the blackness, will the pain grow. It hurts like a thousand hooks penetrating every inch of my living flesh as they drag me down into the darkness. Only the powers of the ancients are deadlier than the emotions that I feel. The pain pulses through my veins, as a poison courses through one’s mind. As you try to hide how you feel, it grows into something sinister, something evil. It changes your whole look on everything. It crushes the very material of life itself. Once that’s gone, there is nothing left to exist for. Your very purpose drifts away on a constantly churning sea of despair until it is no longer itself anymore. It changes into something not of this world. It eats you from the inside out. The pain is unbearable to live with. You only want tit to stop. The way is of an unthinkable nature. It’s either, live with it forever, or end it now. If you end it, all of your fears drift away. They’ll be gone forever. If you choose to let it last, it will consume you, tempt you, transform you. You’ll think the unthinkable. You’ll feel the unfelt. You’ll see the unseen, The unseen sights of your own desires, The things that could have been, but never were, Things that might have existed, but never did, Feelings you may have felt, but never had. The only things that keep you blocked in the darkness Are the only “joys” of life itself. It really hurts. © 2008 Morgan AshireReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 3, 2008 Last Updated on April 15, 2008 Author![]() Morgan AshireChandler, AZAboutI am a relatively new writer who is, in my eyes, just starting to be heard by those around me. I have no reputation, nor do I really seek one. I am here to share my writing. I am also looking at the p.. more..Writing
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