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    dots Submission Name: Unconsidered Thingsdots
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    Author: Non-Sens-Uality
    Elite Ratio:    2.94 - 67/80/53
    Words: 152
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
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    Description:
       Games, games, games ... again.


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    dotsUnconsidered Thingsdots
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    I sold my soul a thousend times
    Within my empty shell
    I thought that I was selling lies
    I thought there is no hell.

    I wonder what's there left to feel
    I wonder why I lost
    "Now could you make the pain unreal
    I'm haunted by your ghost..."

    And ocean deep, and sky so gray
    Infinity of sin
    An angel dark comes with delay
    To take my eyes with him.

    And on the path of fire-stones
    I fear now I am blind
    Empty skulls and frozen bones
    A tear left, in my mind.

    I'm reaching for his icecold wing
    He took my light away
    And now he leads, I dare to think,
    Me, on a silver ray.

    I have to play with his cruel dice
    And hope one day I'll win
    Make him give me back my eyes
    And then... I'll play with him.





    Submitted on 2007-03-09 15:08:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This is a very talented write I quite enjoyed, execpt maybe your motives of revenge at the end,
    "I have to play with his cruel dice
    And hope one day I'll win
    Make him give me back my eyes
    And then... I'll play with him"
    but i guess that does come down to personal ethics,
    best of luck, I personally would like to see you work with rather than against your haunting ghost
    | Posted on 2007-03-09 00:00:00 | by forfila | [ Reply to This ]


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