Dark Poetry #4 |
the price of my rights and choices. |
niere Member
since 2006-04-23
Posts 77 |
They scream in a high-pitched silence That i've wounded them fatally. Impalement! - Impalement! - Betrayal! Silently i watch As a rose beyond the realm of this madness Withers and dies, tearlessly. But still they scream. Complaining of deadly aches and pains. But there was no actual impalement. I simply stepped out of (an unfair) line, And gently pierced their selfish auras. All because, i wanted a chance. |
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Digital_Hell Member
since 2006-06-05
Posts 202Amidst black roses |
love it! i know the emotions your talking about when you wrote this. very very nice |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I asked a question once. All these people want their rights, but whats so right about it if its wrong? Not really a comment of the poem, which was nice. It just made me think of all these confused people that are basically begging for their own destruction. Its pretty sad... God bless, In Christ, -GIS |
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