No longer pure and in my head,
No existing cure. I am dead.
I fight these tears, but still they flow.
This is my time to finally go.
There is no option to go back to the start,
the cut is deep, wounding my heart.
I plan it well and I'll do it right,
Now its happening, here tonight.
I take part in my dirty deed,
I take part and aim to bleed.
The alarm bell rings and I stay in this dream.
I heard her voice, she started to scream.
Praying to God I ask to be saved.
So see my name above. Engraved.
A contest entry
- I'm leaving... by Aeonna.
450 points, ended February 16, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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this actually made me cry. jesus, you're good, but obviously the theme is rather scary. xx
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Nice poem. I like your rhyming scheme. Also, It reads very smooth. Keep up the good work. Great job with this.
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A very well' written poem that is quite haunting. What a dream/nightmare! Your rhyme and rhythm are on spot as you describe what you have witnessed. Each sense is fulfilled ...Well done dear poet.
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