Thread: Understanding things

Ever eternal never ending the
rage inside is never quinched,
always dieing but to no certain
end what dies is reborn making
death a mear wall to be broken.

The tears and fears of the things
that make life what it is becomes
an enigma that never again becomes
noticable , the eternal mind that
once was a light of reason is now
a blood drenched glow that only
gets dimmer.

The minds eye is only a foresight,
always seeing into a future that
always makes things real, behind
that looking glass where things seem
so much better , the truth is that evil
feeds on things that once where so pure
and white.

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this poem explains in a way that evil
no matter how little or noticable is still
something to be weary of , though im
still working on how to word things so
it can be understood better i belive
the poem will still make since.

comments and suggestions are welcomed