Flood of Self-Corruption
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Someone that has lied to you, a friend yet you've gone back again and again. Still after the mask of friendliness is removed they turn to reveal your every secret and deepest emotion shared. Look forward to the feedback and what anyone might think of this piece...Thanks.
Flood of Self-Corruption
Criss-cross these fingers through the blood Stare at it blankly Hoping for the beginning of a self-corrupting flood You ever wonder how this should be. No, your actions were all taken blindly Yet somehow you saw what was before me Now I don’t care what you want Just give back what was mine Your fist smashed this pride No longer leaving the glistening blood to shine How you lie so clean I’ll never know But I’m taking you so you no longer show --all you found on the inside Sharpen your drama skills Tell all other ears you’re innocent Yet a guilty conscience kills I’ll ride across your conscience like a leaf across the breeze Your nostrils will be plugged So this guilt you cannot sneeze You’ve let your fun and games begin As your body slowly becomes broken The flesh of conscience, cold and blue All of this I could have told you But I’ll never give you the benefit You did nothing but backstab me And I’ll rip out these eyes so you can never see What’s that sound? Now you’re screaming my name It’s so loud, --as your blood soaks up all this shame Feel me crawling You’ll always hear my echoing voice calling Words of everything you’ve done to me --dance upon the ocean of your mind And you’ve nothing left to find Don’t even dare to pick up that phone That cord between us I severed Leaving you to stand alone Returning how you made me feel Yes, my turn to spin the wheel. |
Submitted on 2004-12-16 21:44:21 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| well, great work i must say. it always hurts when friends backstab you. you have captured this feeling really well. what really liked about this piece was the expressive language you used, flood of corruption, lots of symbolism as i can see. lots and lots of them, great way to express the power of conscience, and great way to end it too, "my turn now". thats what you mean right? it is rather very long but keeps the reader glued to it, and that i credit to your style of writing. great work dude, this screams talent like i've never seen! kill all the backstabbers in the world!! Zu | Posted on 2004-12-25 00:00:00 | by Zu | [ Reply to This ] | the pain of betrayal slapped in your face by a trusted friend... that always stings when it happens and the way you express it here is very clear and very strong in emotion... | "How you lie so clean I’ll never know" - that is so representative of the shock it is to realize dishonesty... I've also had the experience of having my trust betrayed by a believed close friend of mine... for me, the confusion, the hurt and the anger are expressed strongly in this one line here... very expressive and justifiable feelings... sorry you had to go through that experience though *hug* thanks for taking the time to read and comment my posting... I appreciate it very much :) I want to say that I myself do not tend to gather around people of the sort but sometimes it is beyond your decision and you are subjected to this kind of situation (ex lunch room at work, type of deal)... not meant to be condescending toward your age but as you will carry on in life you will see it will happen to you more than you would like... it's a major bore *sigh* take care :) *hug* xx | Posted on 2004-12-21 00:00:00 | by Fiine Moods | [ Reply to This ] | that is a really good poem. i really liked the "feel me Crawling" paragraph. but i dissagree with the whole telling your friend what he did insted of how you felt. its no good if they dont learn too |  | Posted on 2004-12-19 00:00:00 | by Di Re Rakord | [ Reply to This ] | |
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