Into Oblivion's Waning Bed
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Into Oblivion's Waning Bed
to sacrifice what you needed to languish in what you bloody hated bloood and guts of our dearly beloveds all thoughts trained on deals dead entrapments encircle the wrong do-ers in my head and crush them into oblivion's waning bed years of torment bear the shredding malice of revenge bones shall break in every body who's mouth caused me undo anxiety who's fist knocked out my wind force fed fear into me instead how dare they, with their money, their prosperity how dare they, with their money, their prosperity how dare they, with their money, their prosperity how do they go on without fear, without agony when i am left undead, intact with my fury needlessly they sleep comfy needlessly they lead lives needlessly built on trampling the sick me beneath their gregarious brashy lives built on lies i spit on them for what they've done and hate them for my lost sanity and pride... and shall their lives be forever a shambled. just like the dregs i am inside. |
Submitted on 2006-07-03 05:45:31 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Angst with a much wider vocabulary than the average black-clad teen decked out in a beret. Several typos, such as the lower-casing of 'I.' I like the ending, because it's sort of like a curse; perhaps you could add to that and make this piece slightly less...vampiric. Mel | Posted on 2006-07-03 00:00:00 | by Melora | [ Reply to This ] | Amazing!!! There is a few typos but they don't take anything away from your work. We all have days when we write very angst work and we are entitled to do so without some one saying it is vampiric! | | Posted on 2006-07-08 00:00:00 | by sunraybutterfly | [ Reply to This ] | |
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