Your looking up at me,
The look on your face says almost everything.
Did you think I would honestly care?
No.
Pain and anger seems to fade.
But your the one we'll be calling insane.
Did you think you would matter, in my sad twisted game?
Or did you think you could change me just by calling my name?
Well I'll tell you now I'm the fallen one.
The person who ran just to get out from under your thumb.
I am not the same, though nobody can tell.
But I've got a secret, we'll both burn in hell.
No more dark tomorrows.
No more bright today's.
It seems as if sorrow,
Is starting to waste away.
You temptress of evil, back away from me now.
I'm going back to normal, don't tell me how.
A contest entry
- Cynical Writers Welcome! by bw43.
549 points, ended March 13, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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'No more dark tomarrows.'
just wanted to point out that it's spelled 'tomorrow'.
This was a very angry sounding entry.
I liked your last line... how the speaker has decided to go back to normal, though they probably don't know how to get back there.
Thank you for your excellent entry and good luck in the contest
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You temptress of evil, back away from me now.
I'm going back to normal, don't tell me how.
i really like the ending! good luck in the contest
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