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The Last Credit Rolls

Contributed by eternalnight4x on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 06:40:53 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

She pushes her body to the limit
from the time the title flashes,
until the last credit rolls.
How much harder can she push,
until she’s lost all self-control?

With a hit and a drag,
she destroys her lungs.
Blackened from within.
Suffocation.
The cancer sprouts and grows,
and consumes the body,
devouring it whole.

She pushes her body to the limit
from the time the title flashes,
until the last credit rolls.
How much harder can she push,
until she’s lost all self-control?

With that daily morning acid.
deteriorating her stomach,
an artificial vigor surges
throughout her veins in place of sleep that never comes.
For in the hours of the night,
as the credits start to wind,
she skims through pristine screenplays
of lives she could have had.

She pushes her body to the limit
from the time the title flashes,
until the last credit rolls.
How much harder can she push,
until she’s lost all self-control?

Through depravation, strength escapes.
Muscles wane and reveal
the fragile framework of her hallow,
sunken body.
A beginning without an introduction,
a plot without a climax,
an ending without a conclusion.

She pushes her body to the limit
from the time the title flashes,
until the last credit rolls.
How much harder can she push,
until that last credit rolls?

Copyright Â© eternalnight4x ... [ 2006-12-09 18:40:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Last Credit Rolls (User Rating: 1 )
by Balmain_Tiger on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 08:53:05 PM AEST
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I suppose this is a message not to abuse the body God gave us

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