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Post by Icor on Jun 17, 2005 0:01:03 GMT -4
Tattered ruins of a window wreath her Vaguely, her body suggests an inner entity As she stretches, glass bits make quiet music The mirrors go blind with dark blood The gash howls, the night creeps among the light A draft sickens the nervous thought Smoke from this is more civil than I It journeys to the fog and becomes a breath I grow ten inches taller Her eyes are like creatures disjointed from her Oceans clouded by hair ready to spill out Minds roil between the statues in lost battles My metal weeps and the barrel spins anew She snaps painfully as her voice becomes true Once waiting for me, guilt is now her god The lies chant treason I shoot her to death The moment ends with swift assignment We kneel in the wreckage and squint Burdens weigh quick as I watch the face bleed Tears fall upon sand Rage finish’d me – I die over again
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Post by ladydragonrider on Jun 23, 2005 21:14:15 GMT -4
'Morbid' is most definately the best place to put this poem. 6/10
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Post by Icor on Jun 23, 2005 22:30:25 GMT -4
Pfft.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 24, 2005 6:56:58 GMT -4
Whaaat? Hey, I really like this piece. I think this is very descriptive. It paints a picture in your mind, it's quite lovely.
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Post by Icor on Jun 24, 2005 15:31:49 GMT -4
I tried to be as vague as I was descriptive (If there is such a thing). It's about a man who kills his wife after he finds out she'd been having an affair.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 24, 2005 20:16:38 GMT -4
Hrm, I see that now. I figured it was something of the sort.
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