adamnedone
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Impermanent Suffering
Impermanent Suffering
Red-burning fire so cold to my touch
Flames burning hot from a hatred so much
Centuries will pass, but I'll never be free
As I burn in the fires and beg on my knees...
The wind keeps on whispering of tortures untold
While my pain keeps on growing, but my spirit still holds
How long have I been here, how much time has gone by?
I pray on my knees, begging to die...
Hot ashes windblown are burning my eyes
Both daytime and night seem completely disguised
Eternity is not short and sweet like goodbye
So I beg on my knees praying to die...
Where is tomorrow, will it's face be not shown?
I scream out for help, but I'm forever alone
Is all this for real or only a dream?
Why won't I wake up, how much more can I scream?
This pain is my eyes and this torture my sight
I've lost all my hope, my will and my fight
How long can I suffer, how much more can I bear?
My hell is my life for as long as I'm there...
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sassykitkat
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Re: Impermanent Suffering
I really like this poem as with all your poems,I hope to read some more soon,good job! 
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Good-bye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Good-bye Good-bye Good-bye
Good-bye all you people
There's nothing you can say to make me change my mind
Good-bye.
Pink Floyd& also Korn-Another Brick in the Wall
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Re: Impermanent Suffering
I love this poem. I have always loved it, but for some reason never commented on it.
This poem makes me think of different things. It makes me think of a vampire--or some other immortal creature--unable to find the release of death. And at the same time, it makes me think of death and eternity--and wonder what if death is not a release, but merely an eternity of more of the same.
Makes me think.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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