In the shadows of our fate
Truths and lies swim around
Yelling, screaming, saying to believe them
And yet, all we hear is just silence
They call to me in the darkness
While i sit in the black
I hear them and I see images
But all it is, is silence
I picture a story, pieces of my fate
A man stands before me, stalking me
I am not afraid, not right now
Because this is just silence
The man I see represents death
Telling me I should die
But I won't listen, no I won't Because this is just silence
Author notes
yeah, i did this when i was really depressed and i was crying in my mom's car. i saw a bunch of shadows and such when it was dark out in the garage, so i started to imagine pictures, so this is what i got, which was weird even to me.
Written February 27th, 2006
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well i can kind of relate. i had a stalker also. he was outside my house for three and a half hours..(well thats as long as i saw him..) my neighbors were the ones that actually notified me and asked about a strange guy across the street.
i really hope that yours will work out.
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Its really really creepy I would be creeped out by a stalker but thats just me. I don't fear death thought but your poem (the person in it) doesn't really either. Its true I think our life is maped out like you can take this route or this one and then one of these three. and its how you get to the one end point that decides who you are. And then the consence is screaming to believe it and go this way the easie way but you have to go the other. Sorry for the ramble bad day till like ten min. ago. Great write but creepy.
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thanks, however, after 2 hours of staring at the same stuff, you kind of get used to it
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Wierd... but actully good.
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excellent
i think its great.
that must of been very frightening.
your poem invites imagery that is new. i like it.
good job.
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