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untitled
Contributed by
jessicka
on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 04:43:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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my imagination is like a beast with you
running rampant and wild
insanity sears through me like a blade
twisting and turning it’s way inside
voices cry out for mercy in the dark
their pleas mean nothing in this place
silence is a distant memory here
the echoes are deafening
glowing eyes watch me as i run
somewhere in the blackness i find you
the beast has torn you to shreds
i weep over your broken figure
the shame slashes my skin
blood spills, but not nearly enough
it begins again
each time you are slain
each time i bleed
it’s always the same
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jessicka
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2005-08-27 04:43:26]
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Re: untitled
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 05:11:42 PM AEST
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I liked the way this left me feeling; it was very personal and emotional.
I wish the description of "can't sleep" over and over again wasn't so prominent...it kind of made me leary of opening up the poem.. I thought the poem might be very repetitive. |
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Re: untitled
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by kcampbell on
Tuesday, 20th September 2005 @ 09:40:04 AM AEST
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| wow. a good write. I'm going to read your others now... |
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