Intact
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Intact
A life lived in the shadows is cold and barren strangers with their backs turned, no soul is carin… in a prism of disgustful, disruptive, disillusioned hate I live in accordance, according to accustomed breaks Driven to pits of hell, the tires have blown I stride to walk across the fire and stones Lifted to the shallow, shackles of shammed traits listening to ominous, omissions and omens of fate Forced to indulge an bask the fruits of labor buried innocence while the roots are layered In a prison of destitude, devilish, demented wakes I swim through adventitious, adversaries, adamant to shake against the grains of loathing with quarrels and quicksand Breaking the last straw, controlling with morals to withstand |
Submitted on 2006-12-15 15:33:15 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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Absolutely fantastic. The title states the whole of it. I find each staza holds its own truth... I also like the thing you did with the three words starting with the same letter descibing a trait. There are a couple of things like that, that i didn't catch my first time through. I am sure there are more devices hidden that i did not find! I found the line "Driven to pits of hell, the tires have blown" to be a unique piece of imagery. On a whole, I liked it immensley because it is on a higher level...Not just handed down on a plain serving dish.. There is only one complaint I have agianst it.. "carin" I know it was used to ryhme it and it does Fit the sentence..But still..it bugs me.| | Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by isis_lenore | [ Reply to This ] | |
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