On a sterile bed, slowly dying
To the sounds of harsh memory
I hear a thousand people crying
But only one voice cries for me
A cherished love from long ago
She loved me almost to her death
A love so intense, hard and slow
It sweetly escaped her every breath
She cries so soft, her pure lust eyes
They drop her tears, heavy and hot.
As if each one painfully denies
And fights death, so futilely fought
She cries her last tormented tears
She kept away so deep inside
Slowly realized, become her fears
Carving her final path to suicide
A contest entry
- Dark and Depressing #2 by XHollowXEyesX.
750 points, ended June 18, 2007, 73 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow, for such a short write, this has so many emotions and meanings in it. a very powerful and descriptive write.
thanks for entering and goodlcuk -
Very good!
Excellent work here. It's dark but not excessively. It says what it needs to and leaves it that. Great work.
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