Silent guns and silent runners
Dance along the scars on my wrist and the matching incisions on my soul.
Silent stories taped together with silent kisses
Lay the scene and sketch out the silent sky beneath my feet...
You paint my eyes shut with silent strokes and
Top them off with silent angst.
Silent screams and silent breaths pierce the night with
The intensity of a thousand silent prayers.
The night is ours...
It embraces my silent end.
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Written August 1st, 2003
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i just LOVE it
ooo this great!! i really love it!! um i just absolutly loved, "Dance along the scars on my wrist and the matching incisions on my soul." the word dance was just perfect.. it was different, very cool. i love your wording, and definetly how it flows without the rhyme (allways a must) great write!! -
It seems as though this ought to be a song, but in my mind, you'd have to write more lyrics for it to be complete. I like the concept, and the bridges you created between unrelated things. It was heavily abstract at times, but you stayed on topic, and ended beautifully. God bless!
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Silence is a killer isn't it.
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good poem, i can really feel your pain, very good job
~SoAdBaByGuRl~
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