The boy kicked out at the world,
no love, just pain existed,
a lonely victim shunned, in society,
In a book his dreams were listed.
"when the sky clouds over,
you will know that the time has come,
that I will either kill or be killed,
it's time for the deed to be done."
So as the sky turned grey,
and his eyes turned red,
his sadistic joy,
round the town, was spread.
the knife glistened like ice,
brutally cold, a nightmare; his dream,
"I am the king, the heir he said"
He looks at you, you scream.
No one was left,
just him and the blade,
but voices could still be heard.
eyes fixed wide,
tempting knife,
he was still so very lonely,
he said to himself goodbye life,
and the world kicked back at the boy.
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Written June 13th, 2006
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perfect
wondeful piece of writing, immensely fresh and creative, ive never read anything quite like this, this has superb imagery, its perfect, you should enter this in a contest if you can find a suitable one, i really enjoyed reading this, a magnificent poem! you executed this brilliantly, theres something quite refined and elegent about this if you konw what i mean, well done
amy
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babes this is great, i really like this piece, its dark, yet also digging at society and how the opinions of people really affect the inner person. Great piece and great imagery! take care steph xx
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jack
fucking hell
this is the best thing you've ever written, the imagry and the morbid fascination!
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jack
fucking hell
this is the best thing you've ever written, the imagry and the morbid fascination!
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This is awesome. It's so dark and creepy. I love it babes. 10 gold stars ^^
<3 xx
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