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Dark Poetry #3

Death of my Soul

alibaster
Member

since 2001-07-07

Posts 299
In my own private hell...(PA).

0 posted 2002-07-17 09:02 AM

Purity.
Insencerity.
Honey coated lies
swarming your putrid halo of flies.
Fate.
Hate.
Fingers cold as black ice
touching even colder soul, not once but, stupefy, twice.
Empty.
Blasphemy.
Soul torn open wide
bleeding out freely what is left of soul with nothing left to hide.
Silence.
Defience.
Butterflies in mouth escaping blueing lips
and racing toward wreched cold fingertips.

"There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul." (C)alibaster 1999-2001

"Sleep those little slices of death, how I loathe them." Edgar Allan

leafseranade
Member

since 2001-07-06

Posts 118
Wisconsin, USA

1 posted 2002-07-17 03:05 PM

enjoyed your style...particulary liked the ending lines..
"Butterflies in mouth escaping blueing lips
and racing toward wreched cold fingertips."

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