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It Was Real

Contributed by LucisLucy on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 02:06:03 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



The withered arm reaches towards my own
Grabs me, through my lips I moan
The deep red mark that stains the arm
Though myself I did not harm
The pain, I feel
I didn't know, it was real

Skeletal fingers touch the ones of mine
Changing myself, no longer sublime
Demented hands now like those
My strange new body, with a strange new pose
The pain, I feel
I didn't know, it was real

A fine velvet cloak draped over my head
I pray to find myself asleep in bed
The velvet swished across my neck
I don't worry I'll be awake in a sec
The pain, I feel
I didn't know, it was real

I find it hard to breathe; I find it hard to stare
I shut my eyes only to find that they’re not there
This skin has pulled and gone away
Disappeared as though a play
The pain, I feel
I didn’t know, it was real

Still I can see, though my eyes aren’t there
I find a mirror and into it I stare
A black velvet cloak draped upon me
A white skeletal body is all I see
The pain, I feel
I didn’t know, it was real

I visit a person to tell them when to go
All now are scared and now I know
With one touch I became Death
And all from one word, twas when I whispered ‘Macbeth”




Copyright © LucisLucy ... [ 2005-01-08 14:06:03]
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Re: It Was Real (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 02:48:54 PM AEST
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interesting. nice transition from beginning to end.




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