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No Final Request

Contributed by kane on Wednesday, 8th January 2014 @ 02:15:29 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Upon my grave they shall have a masquerade,
Behind the masks, demons from my past,
Dance the dance of death, sealed within a casket gasping for breath,
Air runs thin, claustrophobia sets in,

Screaming at the top of my lungs, heart pounds like a drum,
Sweating from the heat, I can hear the casket creek,
Clawing at the roof, with the inability to move,
My fingers bleed, unable to break free,

Surcome to my fate, sealed within the this wooden crate,
My body has grown weak; death will be accepting me,
Take a final breath, my life passes, no final request,
The smell of decay, as my flesh withers away....




Copyright © kane ... [ 2014-01-08 14:15:29]
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Re: No Final Request (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 8th January 2014 @ 05:42:41 PM AEST
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Have you been reading Poe? It does you good.


Re: No Final Request (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 9th January 2014 @ 01:55:16 PM AEST
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WOW talk about a blast from the past.Where you been?How are you doing?
I see you can still scare me with your poetry, deeply good my friend.
Hugs
Michelle


Re: No Final Request (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 9th January 2014 @ 07:23:40 PM AEST
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I wonder if dying il anything like this..don't you?
A subject we all know nothing of, have no choice about, and learn when it's too late to write about it!
How ironic!
softerware


Re: No Final Request (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Tuesday, 21st January 2014 @ 04:01:07 PM AEST
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deliciously dark and decadent outpouring, great writing,x


Re: No Final Request (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 2nd May 2014 @ 12:56:14 AM AEST
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wicked dark my friend, great images,
beautifully exquisite,

hugs n' love nessa


Re: No Final Request (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Thursday, 4th October 2018 @ 08:21:13 AM AEST
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The page is light to your darkness. Your rage rips the ink. I/'/m fascinated like poking a dead bug before sweeping it away. I read and I wonder at mortality..

ming




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