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Bed of Nails

Contributed by crimson_regret420 on Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 02:32:41 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



One last breath among the living,
One last tear of unforgiving,
Didn't you know the world would bleed?
Don't give in to the selfish need,
Please,
For me,

This idiotic world of fools,
Just hold my hand, walk among the ghouls,
These ghosts can never touch us here,
The present gone, your past is near,
Just please don't give in,

The clock will tick the timeless sound,
As you spin around and 'round,
The rain will wash away your fears,
As I wipe away my tears,

Can you hold me one last time?
Take a break from the endless rhyme,
Hug me close and whisper in my ear,
“It’s alright now, nothing to fear.”

This life is not a tragedy,
I can be your remedy,
You dance alone,
Soaked to the bone,
The rain yet to atone,

The jagged stone carved with you name,
The spark is gone that fueled the flame,
Voices from beneath black veils,
My heart left broken on a bed of nails.




Copyright © crimson_regret420 ... [ 2005-11-13 14:32:41]
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Re: Bed of Nails (User Rating: 1 )
by Poetic_Influence on Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 03:28:53 PM AEST
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nice write


Re: Bed of Nails (User Rating: 1 )
by His_Infernal_Majesty on Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 03:59:36 PM AEST
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Good poem


Re: Bed of Nails (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 08:55:28 PM AEST
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Good to see a new post from you! I haven't seen you on here in forever...I see you still have that sweeping flow to your rhymes, and emotions pleasantly running amok in your write. Nicely done!



Scorp.




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