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Hells Gift Shop, Enjoy Your Stay

Contributed by enjoiskating6 on Wednesday, 12th April 2006 @ 11:08:52 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I'll paint this picture with my ears,
And i tell you it screams louder than sound,
A shrieking infinite no longer than tears,
That beg for an eye to let drown,

It cracked my eye and i fell all apart,
And left me gasping at air,
What tasted sweet's now sour tart,
A taste so ridden with dispair,

If only dieing were as easy as the dead make it look,
Simply lieing there holding their breath,
You'll be a brain-less fish on a million barbed hook,
And find out dieing is still easier than death,

You'll burn on your coffin and smoulder like coal,
And thats all of you that will be left,
Dont blame god for the life that he stole,
Because you are to blame for the theft.




Copyright © enjoiskating6 ... [ 2006-04-12 23:08:52]
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Re: Hells Gift Shop, Enjoy Your Stay (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 05:08:26 AM AEST
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Your poem express a desperate man’s desperate attempt to articulate his desperate life. If I have understood your poem rightly please tell me that I have. Good terminology used.
FRANCO


Re: Hells Gift Shop, Enjoy Your Stay (User Rating: 1 )
by Michael_Bevins on Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 05:50:08 AM AEST
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You poem is about someone that hates their life, wants to commit suicide but is scared. Or thats what i gathered. Nice job!


Re: Hells Gift Shop, Enjoy Your Stay (User Rating: 1 )
by Somnium on Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 06:19:36 PM AEST
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If only dieing were as easy as the dead make it look
Very clever line

left me pondering this poem did

Ben




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