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the movie
Contributed by
lexxie
on
Friday, 18th June 2004 @ 11:39:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The killing was no surprise
Something everyone always wanted
Staring out the silk glass window
The red eyes appeared again
Staring you down
The eye’s hot like summer
The headaches bursting in your head just from the thought of the face of that monster
The voices screaming at you
Echoing like footsteps in an empty house
The red eyes staring at you
Again and again
Flowing through your mind again and again
Your life passes by
Each second your heart races faster and faster
Your life almost shooting in your eyes
Like you’re watching a movie
A movie so real you’re in it
You can feel it all happening again and again
Over and over
The movie plays and plays
Hours on end
This movie plays
Like a classic
The first time you saw it in your whole life
You never want to look away
But then it happens
The red eyes popping out at you
Stepping towards you
Braking that beautiful silk glass into a million pieces
The eyes gazing at you like fire
Deepening into your soul
Like the monster can read it
Your life’s a masterpiece but only you get to enjoy the last few seconds left of it
No one will ever watch this good old classic again
The eyes peering at you
Like a thousand needles poking at your skin
Making you bleed
Making your suffer
The torment is just too good
To good to imagine it happens
The end is near
You look down to the floor………
Watching the blood flow
Flow like water draining out of a sink
Like silk
You watch it
You’ve never seen something so magnificent so surreal
Your own blood covering the floor like satin sheets
The red eyes peer at you once again
Taking your final breath
Steeling the only thing left
The only thing worth hanging on to
Is gone your final memories your final thought
You fall!
You drown in your blood
In your life
The movie plays one more time just for old time sake
You realize what just happened!
Your drowning in your blood was just the memories you wish you could hang on to
You seeing your life pass you by was just the beginning of the next
Those voices screaming at you echoing like rain where just the pain of holding on to the happiness
That movie has ended and now you move on to the next
That killing was just the dieing of your old soul
Copyright ©
lexxie
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2004-06-18 23:39:35] (Date/Time posted on
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