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Diffrent
Contributed by
wheelz1324
on
Friday, 23rd October 2009 @ 09:22:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Sweat dripping down my face
My heart racing quickening my pace
How much longer can this last
Running from my past
Feet slowing against my will
Closing in on the kill
Must hide from the nightmare
Lungs burning for more air
Face down in the dirt
Preparing for the hurt
Words whispered into my ear
My eyes begin to tear
Crying won’t prevent the pain
Everything will wash away with rain
He looks down into my eyes
All we share is hate and lies
Struggling receives more harm
Death coming closer without alarm
His hands rap tightly around my neck
Pulse slows to a stop no need to check
Body carried away in a black bag
Date written on white toe tag
He leaves the scene
Completed his dream
Note written to friends and family
He ends his pain quickly
Finger pulls trigger
Fires as he smiles bigger
Two young lives lost
At a heavy cost
He never gave it thought
Didn’t care if caught
The morgues begin to fill
Love is the reason behind the kill
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wheelz1324
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Re: Diffrent
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Saturday, 24th October 2009 @ 07:29:33 PM AEST (User
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Incredible and strong verse here.
Kind of sad too.
Nice work here.
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Re: Diffrent
(User Rating: 1 ) by pooja on
Tuesday, 27th October 2009 @ 11:56:23 AM AEST (User
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Very strong story telling in ur verses... kinda stuns u into silence take care n god bless. |
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Re: Diffrent
(User Rating: 1 ) by MorguesMatter on
Friday, 6th November 2009 @ 05:08:35 AM AEST (User
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Very intense short story, His smile I could see for I can relate to despair, that feeling that you had the last word even if there is no turning back-Morgues |
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