This aesthetic mask is wearing thin,
Beneath it I'm beginning to see my scared and cracked skin.
These eyes of mine are tired and hollowed.
My lips are oozing black from screaming obcenities.
My lungs are thirsty for the cancer.
Voices in my head are whispering, "Kill, kill!"
Angels are being burned by men who have lost their faith.
Their hate and malice pierce through my heart like and icy blade.
Sweat is dripping down my neck in this hot summer night,
Beneath the moonlight the blood stains on my white dress are the prettiest shade of silver I've ever seen.
The taste of vomit fills my mouth...
A contest entry
- The Darkest Day by Baahltres.
2000 points, ended February 13, 2007, 33 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i just decided everyone in my contest is going to get 1 applause... so here's yours!
~.~Yvonne~.~
Baahltres
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Well, this is sure interesting. It feels like it was cut out of a much larger piece that goes into more detail. Like, the most important passage or something. Well done!
Beneath the moonlight the blood stains on my white dress are the prettiest shade of silver I've ever seen.
That's by far my favorite part!
Thank you for entering and good luck!!!
~.~Yvonne~.~
Baahltres
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