What more could be expected
You have more faces
Than I do socks
Your eyes tell the lies
While your lips stay sealed shut
So take my hand
And come with me
I’ll lead the way
To the tragedy you deserve
Your hair is no longer long
It can’t hide you anymore
I see you clearly
And it’s making me sick
Keep your chin up high
All of them if that’s even possible
It’ll expose the throat
That my hand begs to choke
I made sure it’s gloved
So no one can link me to the bruises
I’m sure to leave behind
Take my hand
And come with me
To the tragedy you deserve
I’ve got an idea
For each one of your faces
And none of them end
With you still breathing.
Author notes
http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i150/pollycheck/weird/Slide3.jpg
(the link)
A contest entry
- Weird Art by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended June 25, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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I am normally not a fan of dark poetry at all, but this one seems to trigger something for me. t is a very interesting write and I can see how you would have gotten the inspiration for it from the image you were given. I think you have done very well with this.
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me likee!!!
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