I Can't Find The Pieces...
They Must Have Shattered.
(Into Dust)
There Is Nothing
Left.
(Of Anything)
Nothing No More.
(Any More)
I Guess I Cant Try To
Just Forget It.
Being That As It May,
(I Will Only Regret It)
Time Is Ticking On And
I Am Only Falling.
(Deeper And Down)
The Pendulum Is Swinging
And The Screams Now Are Singing.
(It's Just A Little Out Of Tune)
The Pain Only Crescendos
As The Choir Sings...
(They Only Add Fuel To The Fire)
Adding Desire
And Throwing In Hate.
As This Continues
It Only Grows,
Consuming Everything.
(In Its Way)
There Is Nothing
That I Can Say Or Do.
All I Can Do Is Dream.
All I Can Do Is Dream.
All I Can Do Is Dream.
All I Can Do Is..
All I Can Do ...
Is...
Scream...
Author notes
i had Weep Devotchka's "Masquerade Heart" stuck in my head and this goes to the tune...sorta...not really but a little...
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- Dark Poetry. by Xgeekdreamgonewrong.
375 points, ended May 6, 2007, 71 entries
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I love the words in parentheses....it really made the overall piece stand out beautifully..
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we could so make a version with these words...
just for fun
i think i got the instrumental kicking around...
this is beautiful
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This is soooooo good.
I love the imagery and I loved how you ended it.
My Favorite Part:
The Pain Only Crescendos
As The Choir Sings...
(They Only Add Fuel To The Fire)
Adding Desire
And Throwing In Hate.
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This has some powerful imagery behind it... I really like it. It is a dark and really vivid image that is cast into my mind when I read this. This is my favourite part:
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interesting work, the pattern is different.
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