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The Inner Turmoil...

Decrepit smiles and
strangled cries.
Eyes of void
telling putrid lies.
This mirror's shattered,
Blinds tore 'side.
My mask is broken,
Rules abide.
These feeble attempts,
are ghastly crude.
They'll never win,
I shall not lose.
This endless cluster,
forever born.
Casts it's shadow,
upon the scorn.
These damned vines,
thorns aside.
Creates the web,
of Widows bribe.
This dimming black,
sides born red.
Show all the things
...
inside my head.

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BROKEN

A contest entry

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  • LadyDementia gold member
    January 13, 2008

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    Ok this is a great piece...but not really what I am looking for. I am looking for true darkness, murder, mayhem, chaos etc. Feel free to submit another piece


    • ObscurityJester
      January 13, 2008
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      Okie dokie! I might decide to enter another one, but... I haven't decided as of yet.


  • crystallynnbradford
    September 15, 2007
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    yay!!!! you put it in your box!!! thank god because I really liked this piece


  • storiesuntold gold member
    September 14, 2007
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    Very good

    The story line was consistent and the ryhme was great

  • crystallynnbradford
    September 14, 2007

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    this is a very intresting piece but once again I am force to DQ a great piece of work because the poet has not done has instructions say

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