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xoxoLUVRGURLxoxo New Member
since 2000-05-01
Posts 9Corpus Christi, tx |
SO CLOSE TO DEATH I SEEMED TO STRAY BENEATH THE GROUND BENEATH I LAY COLD AND LONELY FULL OF HATE A DREADED TORTURE LEAD BY FATE DOORS AND DOORS I SEEMED TO PASS MIRROR, MIRROR THE LOOKING GLASS THE GATEWAY TO HELL WILL NOW BE OPEN NOW I KNOW THAT I AM CHOOSEN PASS THE PIT PASS THE DOME UNDER THE GOOD IS WHERE I ROAM WITH THE EVIL WHERE OF ANGELS THERE ARE NONE DEEP IN HELL WHERE I COME FROM. A POEM WRITTEN IN MAH SADDEST OF TIME. MANY TRAILS I WAS GOING THROUGH THEN. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
and as you lie within the pit so paralyzed with all of it -- within the gloom encased in tomb, you'll wonder at the fall of it and think about the if and doubt and how the death embraced you so -- one day there's peace... you never know... ....... hey!!! nice write... enjoyed this... i was buried in it  thanks for the inspiration and i hope you didn't mind me tagging on to your thread [This message has been edited by doreen peri (edited 04-18-2001).] |
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