I think my life,
I think of death,
I live yet I am not,
I have yet I am empty.
In a time,
Once I was,
I was here,
but now I am lost,
Nothing saved me,
Nobody, nothing,
Never ending,
Because never began.
This is the final vengeance,
This is the final judgement,
Word gets out,
I get in.
...If words let fly,
I a may die,
I may not,
But judgement will befall me heavily.
Author notes
option #2. This is whats on my mind about something from my past. I will not say what because word gets out n away i go. good luck have fun.
Written July 3rd, 2006
A contest entry
- Contest #1 by drunken-angel4532.
300 points, ended July 11, 2006, 19 entries
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it makes me wish i knew what you were talkign about lol. but thats ok, in a way i guess thats the point. no one really knows when people have a guilty conscience. anyways thanks for entering and good luck!
~sexi.me~
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