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Cold
Contributed by
xXx_kiss_xXx
on
Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 12:22:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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black is the purest form of entrapment.
it can spill you on the floor,
all slithering and oily,
splashes red and streaked like blood.
you'll hold my pain like a trophy,
stroke its golden surface.
(you always loved the shiny things)
my coffin was silver with gold trim.
you loved that one too.
i looked up from the open casket,
holding pen,
steel cage,
glass prison.
i looked up at you and watched your face as i said,
"even when i was alive,
i was just as cold as i am now."
you froze and sank,
like a stone in a blood bath.
like a match to the bottom of a tank
full of gasoline.
you froze.
and sank.
(i saw you hit bottom)
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xXx_kiss_xXx
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2004-12-18 12:22:16] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Cold
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 12:22:56 PM AEST (User
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wow that was chilling and dark, great write
pixie xx |
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