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Minds Laden with Fury

Contributed by surge_joebot on Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 02:14:39 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The foot steps of myself at age six echo down the hospitals empty corridor like out of tune music, every step is pins and needles. Everything is blue, the only light coming from the windows on one side of the hall and the open door at the end.
Panic sets in, the only way out is through that door, but there is a shadow of a person in the way and even then I could tell that it was evils shadow, evil and sadness followed me around everywhere, always waiting. It is so cold, my heart is hurting and it keeps dropping like it does when you get a fright, but it keeps on going down and down, it’s so cold. Evil is the only thing I fear, fear is all around. Silently pouring down the walls and under the cracks in the doors all around me, it’s like invisible gas, slowly suffocating me.
The Pain in my head and heart is unbearable, it feels like blood is gushing out of every orifice of my body, I am so weak, I cant fight it any longer.
My heart stops, I am on my knees shaking before the evil inside of me.
I watch myself give in, again and again to this relentless side of me, no guilt, no remorse, no conscious I am to do evil, to be and feel it the depression every day of my life until it finally claims me as another victim.

Copyright Â© surge_joebot ... [ 2004-11-18 14:14:39]
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Re: Minds Laden with Fury (User Rating: 1 )
by Dying_Angel on Sunday, 23rd January 2005 @ 11:56:08 AM AEST
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WHY HASN'T ANYONE READ THIS POEM!?!? this is the greatest poem ever so raw so open i absolutely 100 % loved this :) Jen

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