thank you deep and depressing, i think i will call it that. ok, i have another one today, and im hoping this one is good.
'Laughing dead'
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The dead smile at us,
almost as though holding a secret.
They tease us,
calling us closer with every living second,
to their cold embrace.
The dead care little if they rise again.
They know only one thing;
it is better to be alive.
So while life is waisted on the lifeless,
hope is waisted on the hopeless.
I care little to rise again.
Our suffering is ignored,
As they feast and rejoice at prosperity,
The hangmen's noose looks quite warm,
shielding me from the cold of the world.
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and ive got another poem for whoever cares
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Look into my eyes.
You see it dont you?
I feel the fear in your gaze,
As you watch the fire in mine.
This flame thats been burning so long,
Through generations past and proud.
An inheretance etched in my skin.
For all to see and rightly hate.
They tried to destroy us,
But failed miserably.
And now, we're coming back.
Through your prejudice and injustice,
We will come stronger and closer.
So when you look at me that way,
And you see me smile;
That wide-eyed smile of thirst and madness,
Know that death is the least of my worries.
A welcome relief from such a cold world.
The only thing that keeps me alive and warm,
Is this fire in my eyes.