Trapped within these veins of illusion
fighting this ensnared delusion
breaking free to find true birth
yet cuffed within this blood filled dearth.
Striking free, a bloody war
no more will I be nature's whore
stamp me, imprint, makes no difference
visions can't take no more torments.
I wish to choose my own revulsion
nothing to stop this strong compulsion
stranglehold's will work no more
to my own shore's of gore I'll soar.
Freedom's come in many forms
my noose I loosen, my blood feels warm
flight from these umbilical chords
my insanity is of my own accord.
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A contest entry
- Dark Pic Inspired by Tattboyspet.
800 points, ended October 11, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Nicely done. Wonderful word choice for the pic. Very dark and deep. Love the ending, for we are the ones who make ourselves free to be sane or insane does not matter.
Excellent!
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oh wow this was a dark write and a beautiful take on the prompt
it was well expressed
well done and best of luck
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WHOA! Excellent take - thank you for the entry
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