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A slow embrace chills my spine And I tried! To say the words And I tried To reveal the reality But too late, Too far gone Bathed in false light Love’s imposter An unending parody of truth That sickens my soul And she finds it so warm She basks, and bathes, and is enveloped She drowses and dozes She fights to open her eyes Only to find it impossible Only to find that the warmth (the blood) Pouring down her face (across her lips) Seeping steadily from the stitches (that close her eyes) Blinds her from reality And she knows only lies |
This is really well written. I read through a few times, and I really don't know what's going on. Maybe you can give me a hint, and I'll re-read. I like the mystique, it makes me keep reading. Thanks for sharing this. Nicely | Posted on 2007-11-21 00:00:00 | by nicelyJ | [ Reply to This ] | |