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Dying to Live.
Contributed by
Clocks
on
Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 02:04:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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When I feel this,
I feel everything,
I am nothing.
I've given birth to myself,
But I am my murderer,
And I will never escape my killer.
I've swallowed myself,
My own thoughts are choking me,
Now I'm lost in my own darkness,
My own black hole.
Dripping over me,
Covering all of this.
I'm drowning.
And as my last breath leaves me,
My lips turn white,
And my eyes turn black...
I am reborn...
Copyright ©
Clocks
... [
2005-02-17 14:04:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dying to Live.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kay-Kay on
Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 03:18:13 PM AEST (User
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this is a pretty good poem.. i liked it...it really made me think and i could see an image in my head.. thats some good word usage, nice!
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