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[Mike Smith]

As the last hope of reason disappears
I'm diving into a complete disaster.
Understand, there is no sane explanation
As to why someone would fight fire with fire

A moral devastation, I am achieving
Breaking rules, for something so fragile
You can tell in my eyes, I question myself
Because I do not understand why

Yet here I am, on the edge of ruins
Because they can never comprehend
The burning hunger it demands
And they'll always come running back to me

I'm trying to avoid dropping my doll
For it's fragile, and can't be fixed once broken
If I'm not forgiven for the things I may put her through
Then I hope mercy shall be shown, so her soul can be saved

[Mike Smith]

bump(So art can find it easier to critique)

[The Personist]

Basically, what I've said about the other poems holds true for this. It just feels so forced and lacks poetic imagery/language/that gripping something that makes poems good.