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What is this hell
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What is this hell |
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courtney923 Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 43 |
A thunderous night, beneath this dungeon Crept up my skin, and felt like razors Into a room, where rats just layed there My heart on the floor, yet still pounding Hearing a noise, a chaisaw going Seeing no sight, my mind keeps rolling Into the black, my arms unfolding Dripping of blood, creep the ceiling Falling with sound, one after another What is this hell, surrounding my dismay Some kind of trick, real or just a play The bumps on my arm, carry the way A path of darkness, making me stay I fall to the ground, to slip away A tiny window, with light on the bay Broke it to pieces, and got out that day |
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Deranger Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 498Somewhere, between here and there |
Another extremely potent piece. You have so grimly captured the sometimes torturous experience of life with such exquisite misery. ---------------------- Spreading insanity, one post at a time |
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