Crying never meant a thing,
From thine tired eyes thy doth sing...
A requiem of love and hate...
So sad, for it is much too late...
You're cold upon the floor,
Washed up upon a shore...
Eyes bulged in disbelief...
I sigh is great relief,
I never once liked you,
So mean, I know, but true.
I despised you for so, so long...
Until I killed you with my song.
Darkness struck inside your head,
As I layed you in your bed,
Goodnight my dear, sleep tight!
...Don't let the demons bite...
Author notes
Written July 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- Dark, Personal, Your Past, Super Quickie, PW by DancingQueenAngi.
475 points, ended June 11, 2008, 14 entries
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This was slightly confusing. If the narrator didn't like the person why were they laying them in their bed? Also "I sigh is great relief" doesn't make sense. This first half was really good, but with the second half the style changed completely.
~Angi -
Grrrrrrreat!!!!!!
Well that was nifty.
Impressive since you can write NOVELS and still pull these little ones off so well!
Bro! -
in a way, this poem reminds me of my own work. i love it! lol i especially liked the way you ended it. its dark, yet slightly humerous. great job!
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