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when your insanity peaks in, we are in trouble. when your eyes are bright and sparkling, we tremble in fear. your speeches - both quiet and loud, sends danger signals in the air. your touch- incapable of emotions, lay awake at night. when we come face to face, we crumble; while you triumphed. your words - sharp as knife, always cutting us into shredded pieces, barely missing our targeted hearts. the day when the sun went out, we, the tattered ones marched solemly with sharpened thoughts and razor tongues. our minds took a turn - once a pink; now ashen black with red dashes is it any wonder how we manage to ride you down? slow and beautifully, painfully... the day the sun gone out we waited - silently. the time came- swiftly and abrubtly we delivered six feet under was your final abode a gaping mouth with silent cries were our present we watched, we smiled - mouths twisted in an agonized bliss - of vision. |
you did a really cool job writing this. i really enjoyed reading it.| Posted on 2007-12-17 00:00:00 | by Nessyjane | [ Reply to This ] | |