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Assasain (major edit and repost)
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1334California |
An assassin crouching on a mission. Sulking in the corners where no one sees A ghost silently inching down the street. Moving in a nightmare towards a place. Driven by the pain of the one emotion , he vowed never to feel. Compelled to act by betrayal of his Achilles heel. One day long ago, a crime was performed. A child and mother skipping in a game. From that day on he never saw them apart. A perfect crime, a mother stole his heart. He got close to them to discover a new world. The innocence of a stray and love and a bond, Hit the scoreboard, tricked the greatest mastermind. All it took was three words and an honest golden line. Words that carried depth to all, swept him off his feet. The hardened killer who destroyed with a smile Was dissected by a four year old, and lost his mask. She convinced him to believe in life, and stop moving so fast. The same story with a different twist unfolded. Posed above her bed, slipped in through the door. Delicately feeling the grooves of the chest and bedposts that he carved. Remembering the memories entwined, reopening up the scars. His trustworthy tool gripped by his sweaty hands, hesitate. Dumped by the only woman he could ever love. She gave him up for the future of a child. Anger tore his eyes, he went crazy and wild. His tantrums did him no good, she was bound. For the woman’s mistake, the cold blooded killer Was going to kill the girl. Prepared to destroy her daughters many worlds. The undiscovered worlds she opened in her words. Unable to take it anymore, the emotions overwhelming. Broken murderer raised by the street Assassin, having met his match, the one life he could not take. A single tear that fell, the only heart he refused to break. Leaving a single note, to not explain but say goodbye. |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
There area few kinks, but this is by many many long shots my favorite poem of yours. Excellent work, I will providea detailed analysis at my earliest convenience. Valedictions, -Paul |
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