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Echoing Corridor.

Contributed by deathdrop on Sunday, 16th May 2004 @ 05:24:15 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Long winding corridor.
Haunted echoes calling to me.
I’m runny through ever-lasting shadows.
Searching for the door, to set me free.
I hear whispers beside me.
I feel death brushing against my skin.
Noise booms through my head.
As more pain gets sucked within.

My heart is thudding.
My breath, tight.
My cheeks feel on fire.
My soul rising to the night.
I want to escape this dark world.
Get out alive.
Ghosts are chasing me.
Haunting, me.
Until I don’t want to survive.

I don’t want to give in.
But I find I can’t stay here.
I stop, still, in my tracks.
Down my cheek runs a tear.
The monsters stop in front of me.
Eyes whitened,
Full of fear.
The droplet splashes on the floor.
The darkness disappears.

For something pure,
Can beat the shadows.
Something strong,
Can open windows.
And living things rise from this.
And golden rays,
Send a warm kiss.





Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-05-16 05:24:15]
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Re: Echoing Corridor. (User Rating: 1 )
by JT on Sunday, 16th May 2004 @ 07:43:21 AM AEST
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great write. I've been there. But how do I get to the window....
keep the words coming
jt


Re: Echoing Corridor. (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 01:23:45 PM AEST
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Theres a warm darkness in this, sent shivers up my back.very descriptive.i sense youre good at that x


Re: Echoing Corridor. (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 23rd May 2004 @ 08:27:59 PM AEST
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great images, a wonderful poem:) hugs n' love nessa

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