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Tragic Ending of a Black Heart
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Tragic Ending of a Black Heart |
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Third Libra Member
since 2003-08-10
Posts 125South Carolina |
The cigarette burns, it bleeds smoke into the air It wastes away as my companion for these last few minutes Only without the gun in hand But still time eats away far from my patience For the kiss of death stands long away On the chair in the shadows, watching me, Shaking hands with sanity and all I have lost In the shadows, drenched in compsiracy At least as long as I am completed by this darkness I can be me as I am nothing As love is as far away from me... For the sake of me, I still wish for the other For the wasted moment when I wasn't sober Those minutes dulled and numb by my spinning reality Blurry and smelling like vomit and liquor I am never sober I am never me But I am the cigarette in hand Or the blood dripping from my veins Maybe the weed running, blurring the pain Or the drunkard dead man... Whomever, whenever, time never grants me this one rose That bleeds my bleak empty essence upon the one I've loved And never touched nor tasted The lonely dead man... Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear. |
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Sparticus Member
since 2003-11-15
Posts 245 |
A very dark image, I would love to see you flesh out the pain, not the end nor suicidal writes. Give the reader what you feel, let them become swallowed by it. Very good write, even with the nits, I enjoy your voice in this. Sparticus |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
interesting |
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