[ SECRET POST #2363 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2363 ⌋

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Re: Have you ever written poetry?

[ghostwriter]

omg ... I wrote this in ... 2005 I think. Kudos if you can correctly identify the fandom and character.

Black is my color

I was born where no one should,
had to grow up where nothing could,
and there you ask where is my soul
(tell me if you find it; I've got the hole).

How can I make you accept the fact,
you cannot change what never was.
There is no chance, mine is not the future
So one last time, just stop this torture.

No matter what I do or say
you've never been able to understand
what I have seen, what I've been through,
what I have done, what I've endured.

Now stop the mockery, it doesn't work:
my heart is made of steel and mud.
I know what's right, we do agree;
you'll have your ends, I'll have my means.

And yes, oh yes, I'm gonna bite,
I've never promised not to, and it's my right.
But anyway, what did you expect?
For long that's been just a reflex.

Now make a pause and pay attention:
I am not doing this as redemption.
I know I'm lost, I've always been.
Dark is a lifestyle and I'm its king.

My life was written before my birth
with any sin the world could conceive.
Not my decision? Well, I don't mind,
because it made me the man I am.

The problem is, you are offended.
You couldn't save me, you are frustrated.
It's not my problem, it's not your mess,
go fight your wars, I'll find my rest.

My soul is doomed, signed to perdition,
I'm not the one to break tradition.
As those before me I will be banned;
no chance to heaven when there is hell.

Tell me to change the way I act,
to be as you think I really am,
and I'll show you a dead man walking.
Don't act surprised. I am not joking.

Black is my color, the darkest one.
One is my number, the lonely (I).
I understand what you're trying to do,
do you know what’s going on too?