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Miasma
Contributed by
Mortis-Dark
on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 05:28:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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The sun hangs from a dark sky.
I was told to reconsider.
Your words rushing through.
This fuse which burnt out long ago.
You held me tight.
You told me what and what not to do.
Would this be injustice,
To really do something I long for.
Blood flows out of my eyes.
These crimson tears sweep down my face.
I leave my ghost to haunt you.
Every face you see will be mine.
Every word you speak will be of me.
Ludacris as this sounds,
Im dead.
What a beautiful death I held.
This plasma slips through me.
Running past my soul and into my dreams.
Take this hands.
The ones that arent of mine.
Then I will be of living divine.
Copyright ©
Mortis-Dark
... [
2004-04-06 17:28:01]
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Re: Miasma
(User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 06:02:08 PM AEST
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interesting write, creepy crapola and yet it's catchy... good writing! ;0)
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Re: Miasma
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by STRaNGe_LiNDSeY on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 06:02:24 PM AEST
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wow mortis, that was amazing! exceptional write. I could feel the words pierce my heart and soul. That was truely beautiful. Thank you for sharing
Lindsey |
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