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The Living Dead
Living in a world filled with silent tears
Breaking through the pain still I remain
Day after day trying to face my fears
Running from the rain it's hard for me to abstain
Drive by shootings surrounding my dead streets
Skeletons are the victims with no inner peace
Finished off, I've already faced defeat
Waiting impatiently to be released
My sorrow crys turn to tears of joy
Viewing this place I never seen before
Though my soul I know can not destroy
For only the Lord knows what lays ashore
The breath of my city was black and gray
Its funny how that just faded away
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This poem is anmazing! I love the words you choose to express the violence.
My favorite part is: "Drive by shootings surrounding my dead streets, Skeletons are the victims with no inner peace"
My only concern like I say alot is the structure of it. try to post your poems in a matter simmilar to this:
Living in a world filled with silent tears
Breaking through the pain still I remain
Day after day trying to face my fears
Running from the rain it's hard for me to abstain
Drive by shootings surrounding my dead streets
Skeletons are the victims with no inner peace
Finished off, I've already faced defeat
Waiting impatiently to be released
My sorrow crys turn to tears of joy
Viewing this place I never seen before
Though my soul I know can not destroy
For only the Lord knows what lays ashore
The breath of my city was black and gray
Its funny how that just faded away
This way it's easier for the readers to know how the flow is suppose to be and what is suppose to rhyme with what. Just a suggest tho.
other the that keep up tha amazing writing =)