Is it wrong? 06/14/2010
Is it wrong that I find a certain beauty in death? Is it wrong that I can’t wait till my last breath? Is it wrong that I Romanize the darkness, And that I long for the night? Is it wrong that I don’t fear damnation, The nightmares or frights? Is it wrong that hell strikes no fear within me, Nor makes my heart skip a beat? Is it wrong that death I wish to greet? Is it wrong that I bow before the reaper, And long for his touch? Is it wrong that I hate life this much? A Wayward Journey 04/04/2010
Burning Slowly Turning Yearning For escape from my dark twisted cell Why did I ever voyage to hell? Reflection 03/27/2010
Lost in thought, pondering all the choices made, distressed by many reactions… but the past can’t be changed. Life's a Revolving Door 03/27/2010
Every day’s the same, nothing ever changes, just repeats, again and again, a continuous, repeating circle that comes and goes, comes and goes. Like playing follow-the-leader, marching to the beat of the same drum, twenty-four/seven, there’s no exit ramp to freedom, just bumper-to-bumper traffic we must follow always, much as the hands of a clock make one complete round after another; we’re stuck in the constant round and round, like the earth we rotate on our axis, the sun and moon rise and fall, up and down, up and down… Every day’s the same, nothing ever changes, just repeats, again and again… | Edward Val
Poet, Author and Soldier. 
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