Life
WARNING: a majority of these poems contain profanity, depression, suicide and God-bashing. It is recommended that before proceeding you should read and heed this warning and if any of these things offend you the you should exit this page right now. Thank youSincerely,Little Leprechaun'Life' 4 - 10 - 01I awake to darkcold with FearAlone in this bedso Alone in hereNo amount of tearswill console my SoulWhat good is there in talkingto a dark, black hole?I twist and squirmin a nightmare of HellWith it's flames surroundingDemon's hands and clawscrushing bones and poundingbut even thru thisthese nightmares of HellI find my sleepand a story to tellof the dreams I haveof a life so badly wastedand of a soul so lonelyits sour when tastedlike a rotten piece of fruitLife rejected mefor better; for worsei think I will see...© Little Leprechaun Written April 10th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 01:06 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"WARNING: a majority of these poems contain profanity, depression, suicide and God-bashing. It is recommended that before proceeding you should read and heed this warning and if any of these things offend you the you should exit this page right now. Thank youSincerely,Little Leprechaun'Life' 4 - 10 - 01I awake to darkcold with FearAlone in this bedso Alone in hereNo amount of tearswill console my SoulWhat good is there in talkingto a dark, black hole?I twist and squirmin a nightmare of HellWith it's flames surroundingDemon's hands and clawscrushing bones and poundingbut even thru thisthese nightmares of HellI find my sleepand a story to tellof the dreams I haveof a life so badly wastedand of a soul so lonelyits sour when tastedlike a rotten piece of fruitLife rejected mefor better; for worsei think I will see...© Little Leprechaun..."