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| Dark Poetry #3 |
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The Ending Dream |
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gbem1 Junior Member
since 2002-07-13
Posts 13 |
The Ending Dream ----- Stumble onto the edge of twilight Into the shadows and darkness I hide Delve into the unreal catastrophes Explore the possible trajedies I confide Spectate the passions of another's horror Turn into the light and away from despair I see Bleed sweet juices of another's hunger Carry the body into a rhythmic pace I flee Bring the brain back to sanity Right through the barrier of reality I awaken The world is so different It mentally rips the mind apart from happiness I am shaken |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow. That poem was powerful, though "I am shaken" seems anticlimatic after the previous talk of having yr mind ripped out. Still ... wow. Said if I only could ... |
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gbem1 Junior Member
since 2002-07-13
Posts 13 |
Thanks, and about the anticlimaticness, it was sort of ment to be that way, but it is hard to explain... I wrote some of it subconsciously in correspondence with what I was feeling. |
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