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Cruel World
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The Grimiore (Dark Poetry) This world is cruel to me,
I am the center of its jokes.
With the words that haunt me,
you have no hope.
Here’s a rope, tie the noose,
you loose.
A murdered soul executed by love.
An innocent one caught by fate.
Strangled by my own saving grace.
This has taught me one thing that love is pain,
and happiness is fear.
The darkness is near.
I hear it speaking in my ear.
Calling me, calling me,
come home to this lonely place.
The one that chills you to the center of your soul.
As the loneliness grows cold,
and takes hold.
The new scent of an old memory,
visions dance in my head.
The sun is fading in to black.
No more colors,
love is no longer red.
Life is not worth raising up out of the dead.
This world is cruel to me.
I am the center of its jokes.
With the words that haunt me,
you have no hope.
