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Red Eyes.

Contributed by Clocks on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 07:04:58 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Life was good,
Life was grand,
Until something happened,
It all turned to sand...

Dust in my hands,
Wind blows,
Sand follows,
Into my throat,
Were it sratches and screams...

I try to call out,
But nobody's listening,
Nothing is heard as it breaks my neck...

Tears flow from my eyes,
As cold as ice, they feel,
Against my already dead skin...

Tears flow down and turn to cement,
twisting and mixing,
Around my heart...
I can't breathe...
I wanna cry...

But a voice screams inside my head,
Give up, give up, everything's dead...

I take my last breath as my eyes turn red,
I lose all hope and become something else...

All alone,
I sit up,
In my bed,
Soaked in sweat...
Just a dream?

I walk towards the mirror,
Hands shaking, afraid of what I might see...
I look up and realize...
I'm the one with red eyes...





Copyright © Clocks ... [ 2005-02-22 19:04:58]
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Re: Red Eyes. (User Rating: 1 )
by xXcrossedXx on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 08:18:38 PM AEST
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That almost made me cry.. well it kind of did.. heh.. this was a really great poem! I know how you feel, very well expressed. Awesome Write, keep it up!


Re: Red Eyes. (User Rating: 1 )
by cocacola1331 on Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 03:00:15 PM AEST
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I really like your style, it flows very well and is very... hm, stream of conscience like. It's a very touching poem, too, gives the reader a strange vibe of hurt and yes.

Nice job.




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