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Rotten heart

Arms stretched out far and wide,hands and fingers searching
ink black darkness all around,my eyes are useless to me
 Is this a dream that i'm in,then why does it feel so real
the faintest of sounds to follow,they are my only guide
 I advance slow and with caution,gagging on nasty smells
slipping and sliding through i go,towards the barely heard sound
 Covered in the vilest of slime, thats full of burning acids
nightmare of the worst sort,how do i wake up and have this all gone
 The sound seems to be all around,it is a faint regular thump now
fingers touch something in front,a wall of nasty rotten slime
 It slowly moves back and forth,dripping its burning acids
i push with all my strengh,and my hands rip right through
 Out through the hole i go,it is squeezing me as i go through
i wipe my eyes and try to see,just a blur from the acid burning
 With a great amount of pain,i force my self to look up
at the hole where i came out,and i realized what it was
 The darkness that i had escaped from ,full of stinking acidic slime
was only your black,stinking and rotten heart
 
 


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bad day as you can see from the subject


Written May 12th, 2006

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  • starsandmoonshine
    May 12, 2006
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    i totally feel you sometimes sharing thought and feelings after we write them down in form come to life .