In the darkness where my naughty side thrives
You can hear a thud each time that one arrives
Hiding in the shadows like past forgotten lives
In the dusty corridors of the forbidden Poet's Archives
To go there with a weak heart would be most unwise
For in this hole of pain, the truth wears a disguise

04/10/2002

Author's Note: I wrote this as a warning poem for my dark and explicit poetry, formerly in a folder i called the D-archives, hense the title.

Posted on 09/24/2005
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