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Doom Within
Contributed by
shayle
on
Wednesday, 7th August 2002 @ 01:48:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Candles burning low,
This room filled with gloom.
Blood upon my arms,
My body filled with doom.
Knife in my hands,
Slits upon my wrists.
My soul begins to tremble,
As I shake my balled up fists.
I cut myself deeper,
As my pain rushes out.
The room begins to darken,
As my dreams turn into doubts.
My thoughts of death,
Are now coming true.
As my life flashes by,
My last thought is you.
Copyright ©
shayle
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2002-08-07 13:48:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Doom Within
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Thursday, 8th August 2002 @ 02:36:51 AM AEST (User
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Very macabre... I like the ending,"my last thought is you"... great write. It's ok to let the darkness out, especially on paper. When we keep things bottled inside is when we have problems, so let it flow with no regrets! thanx - jason |
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