Dark Poetry #3 |
Whore |
gbem1 Junior Member
since 2002-07-13
Posts 13 |
Whore ----- Counting the days that are away from you So many event thought to be untrue Looking through a fragment of broken glass Steping into a portal of deep sadness I see you - spot you off in the distance Shivering with a spind-chilling fear And I, the abductor, conductor of moral truth Take pride in knowing you are so near And your screams are hollow echoes As I finally approach Nothing but a whisper in the darkness A heartbeat in a lifetime And my skin forces itself upon your own And then I release and I am alone Within this sick fantasy I finally awaken ----- Greg |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Awesome usage of words. It paints a picture. HOT, HOT, POEM. Ronil (A mask for everyday. Imagine a life without them.) |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
Wow, the last stanza is truly... intense. Well written (albeit twisted) piece. Oh the wicked fantasies of our minds. "I am not alive enough to kill myself." - Mary Ipal |
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