Dark Poetry #4 |
The Tase of Vomit mixed with Sand |
Sweetest Sorrow X Member
since 2004-01-19
Posts 146From a cradle to a casket |
Liquid pain flows from my eyes thoughts puddling on the ground i am like a barren tree my leaves, my soul is stripped from me the wind lashes at my skin i breathe in the cold, harsh air the smell of death surrounds me each thought inside my head is 1,000 tones and the weight is dead a vulgar taste lingers in my mouth a taste so foul and so bland You better count your lucky stars that everything I wish for..doesnt come true |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
hey I like this, you've got some talent, keep it up! - River Running out of pain |
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BabieDoll Member
since 2003-02-13
Posts 268BFE |
This was good...and I like your signature... ~J.Lynn |
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Sweetest Sorrow X Member
since 2004-01-19
Posts 146From a cradle to a casket |
thanks <3 You better count your lucky stars that everything I wish for..doesnt come true |
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Theory Junior Member
since 2004-05-04
Posts 23N. CA. USA |
nice imagery here. really enjoyed |
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