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He Laughs Come Midnight
Contributed by
ForeverAndADay
on
Sunday, 19th June 2005 @ 06:05:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Fetal position.
He curls up in his room.
He watches the shadows.
As they take bloom.
Taps on the window.
The old oak tree.
Brandished a widow...
Old nectar doth bleed.
Downstairs came laughter...
Or was it tears?
He clings, thoughts of his mother...
As he crept down the stairs.
Holy as hell is...
As compasionate as stone
He'll always come visit...
When the boy is alone.
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ForeverAndADay
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2005-06-19 18:05:17]
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Re: He Laughs Come Midnight
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by Tears_of_my_heart on
Sunday, 19th June 2005 @ 06:09:02 PM AEST
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| damn good poem kick but |
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Re: He Laughs Come Midnight
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by pUnKa_RaCh on
Sunday, 19th June 2005 @ 10:20:18 PM AEST
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Wow...i like this one as well.
Leaves you with a haunting feeling after you've read it. Simply chilling......
Great, well done to you. |
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Re: He Laughs Come Midnight
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by Vampirequeen on
Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 02:30:49 PM AEST
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lol yes and yes to chilling and dark.
awsome |
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