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Silence
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Created on 2-6-08
Falling forward
Falling down
Obliterating my views
Morphing them to your sparkling crown
Confronted with my fears
At the bottom of the well
A victim of silent tears
A victim of the sharp end
Sitting on this cold ground
Staring at that knife
Nothing has ever took so long
For my body to drain life
The door swings open
You thought it was a fake
Not even a reaction
Watching my silent shakes
I felt it leaving
I felt it all
A curvy ‘sorry’
Is something you wouldn’t let me scrawl
You sit there
And watch me bleed
Basking
In my silent screams
Please Login to post comments| On February 9th 2008 surefirefailur Said : | |
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Beautiful. I didn't like the slant thing, but oh well. |
| On February 6th 2008 poeticspud Said : | |
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well written |
