Nothing but dust in your ear. Waiting to be cleaned out. Forgotten in the mass of bodys. Emerging to my soul, this grave decision is my precision in the fatal crib. No bars to protect me, no arms to caress me. Turning in this darkness of sheets. Holding my breath, soakin in this ache. Self pity for no one. No breathing hear of love. Lust consuming the body. Sweating as you break fro the run. Escaping the grasp of my throat. Screaming agony. Crying pride, dying without honor, Murdering without loyalty. Grinning this malice world of pain and suffering. Gently laying down the child. Tearing away the band aid. Pride and Pleasure surfacing as I wait for the Internal bleeding to cease.
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Written April 11th, 2006
A contest entry
- Yes, Another Contest by sjgaither.
300 points, ended April 12, 2006, 7 entries
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Interesting piece but hard to grasp in its format. Thanks!
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