The Pit
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'The Pit' 5 - 22 - 01My world is darkfull of DespairAlone in this pitlosing fast the airI need to breatheI must fightfor the Love I wantfor the ever-needed LightThis is a pitnarrow and steepI can feel the wallsI can feel the heatthe Rage of my soulit's Core I am nearI must get out of this holeI must get Free of here!!Then the light appearsnarrow, pure and trueIt beckons my strengthit heeds my VirtueOf an oath I sworeso long agoTo follow down a pathand I forgot soI followed in the steps of my one true IdolI swore not to but still I doNow the trail his life once blazed has become my owna mirror I do see; a mirror that I am shownI beg for forgiveness for this sorry putsbut the only reply given is the door slamming shutMy Rage has cooledthe dark even darkerThe chill growing nowstronger and strongerFilled with Despairfilled with FrightIf I had been a birdI might have escaped this nightThe Chains of my soulThe Weight of my lifeThese are my burdensThis is my strife Written May 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 01:12 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'The Pit' 5 - 22 - 01My world is darkfull of DespairAlone in this pitlosing fast the airI need to breatheI must fightfor the Love I wantfor the ever-needed LightThis is a pitnarrow and steepI can feel the wallsI can feel the heatthe Rage of my soulit's Core I am nearI must get out of this holeI must get Free of here!!Then the light appearsnarrow, pure and trueIt beckons my strengthit heeds my VirtueOf an oath I sworeso long agoTo follow down a pathand I forgot soI followed in the steps of my one true IdolI swore not to but still I doNow the trail his life once blazed has become my owna mirror I do see; a mirror that I am shownI beg for forgiveness for this sorry putsbut the only reply given is the door slamming shutMy Rage has cooledthe dark even darkerThe chill growing nowstronger and strongerFilled with Despairfilled with FrightIf I had been a birdI might have escaped this nightThe Chains of my soulThe Weight of my lifeThese are my burdensThis is my strife..."