The taste of blood
The broken bones
Pacing floors;
Upon all fours.
Terrified and trembling.
Hearts are pounding.
Their broken now;
Pieces scattered all on the ground.
Taken time
It's just a waste.
These tears are yours;
She digs in claws.
This death is daunting
The blood is spilled
Her heart is broken;
Those words unspoken.
You had your chance...
To make things right
You chose wrong,
You took too long.
The blood is spilled
No more smiles;
Not now for a while.
Now in her death
The piercings deep;
The voices screaming.
You took that life;
Now for her haunting.
A contest entry
- SCARE ME TO DEATH by thelovesongwriter.
410 points, ended June 6, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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oh 4got.
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dang girl! very interesting piece
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this was great! I liked it alot. good luck and great job!
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