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I touched Death, and he touched me…
Contributed by
teagy03
on
Sunday, 25th July 2004 @ 06:35:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The bony hand touches my face,
My skin begins to sweat,
In the arms of death, I am embraced,
I’m not afraid of dying just the things I haven’t seen yet.
But my will is stronger,
A lot stronger than my heart,
The knife is a lot stronger,
My blood begins to drip and the pain begins to start.
Death just hugs me tight,
And nobody can see,
The pain Ive been in all my life,
But now that death has hugged me, I can be free.
He looks like a normal guy,
Not the evil man in the book,
And he knows what I really need,
And with one swift stroke, my broken life was took.
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teagy03
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2004-07-25 18:35:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: I touched Death, and he touched me…
(User Rating: 1 ) by BlazeingHeart on
Sunday, 25th July 2004 @ 07:27:40 PM AEST (User
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This poem mirrors some of the feelings i have had in the past and at the moment i believe that you have great talent kep them comming |
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