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Turns cold to the touch
Contributed by
skelington
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Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 08:37:14 PM in AEST
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The surface of a broken hand,
a credent hand with nothing to hold
face turns cold to the touch.
My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor.
When I entered your room last night, your face left me as coward.
Now I'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me.
I don't try because I'll fail.
I'm just in line with the rest of admire.
The suface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold.
face turns cold to the touch.
My face was white.
Left alone in desolate dreams.
Why can't I be beautiful, so you'd want to save me.
But you're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll f*cking break and take you with me.
Take you with me.
Those words left as stain.
I must make you see the ugliness.
You left your light on.
You turned my will again.
Just look what you've created.
A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow.
I'm sorry that you're part of this,
but I can't be left alone tonight.
I can't be left alone tonight.
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skelington
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2005-01-18 20:37:14] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Turns cold to the touch
(User Rating: 1 ) by reprobate on
Wednesday, 27th April 2005 @ 06:06:01 PM AEST (User
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you've really got something here. it's a bit hectic and helter skelter...if you could tighten the train (of thought) some with just a little more focus, this would be absolutely killer.
good write
thanks for sharing |
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Re: Turns cold to the touch
(User Rating: 1 ) by Anne-ish on
Wednesday, 27th April 2005 @ 09:53:39 PM AEST (User
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Wow... it's very sad. But you really have talent. That last stanza is powerful. |
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