Dark Poetry #4 |
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Trapped or Free ? |
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angele Junior Member
since 2004-01-09
Posts 35Malta (tiny island in the Med) |
Leaking gas in a locked room Mocking, laughing, Delighting in seeing me trapped. The dooming, deafening clang Of brass church bells Engulfs the surroundings. Soft and slippery With a sharp, hard core. Now - freed of my shackles, Despair drags me down more. |
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xmutexelationx Junior Member
since 2003-05-16
Posts 15AmongstTheCharredFieldsOfSnow |
This is an awsome poem, I really like your style too. I hope to read more of your work ![]() <3 |
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Vagabond Member
since 2004-01-23
Posts 163 |
traped, forever trap within yourself. like me ![]() Vagabon the Lost One |
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