poemranker ::My Torcher Chamber by angel born in hell

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Free verse № 6078

My Torcher Chamber

Member since 2002 · Posted 25 Jul 2002 · 4 comments

There is a place inside my head, a place where everything is dead. A place with no love only hate, the only things that can judge my fate. The place is like a burning pit of hell, sorounded by bars like jail. It's a place for my mind, a place I like to hide. My torcher chamber is a living hell, but sometimes it's the only place left to go. Because it's all in my mind, a place you can't see only find

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[1] razorgrin 26-Jul-02/6:30 AM Reply
don't ever leave that place. not even for food. learn to spell.
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[3] titan69 1-Aug-02/1:28 PM Reply
STARTS OF OK BUT THEN FALLS IN A BURNING PIT OF HELL
[0] limonade 2-Sep-02/10:32 PM Reply
One who spells as badly as you should not even be permitted to attempt to write poetry. This is one of the biggest pieces of shit I have ever read. How old are you? 12? This is a shining example of emotional immaturity. Grow up. Cheer up. Can the angst. Lose that bad dye job. Buy clothes that are some colour other than black. Smell a flower. Pet a kitten. For crying out loud...