She looks at me
and for a while
I remember those eyes
those smiling eyes
that gripped my life
and squeezed out every drop of sanity I had
those eyes were my life
But only for a while
She looks at me
and for a while
I fear for my life
those vengeful eyes
that cut to the bone
and drains me dry of blood and tears
those eyes are my curse
But only for a while
I turn away
and begin to walk
and leave behind
the ruins of this place
the desolation caused
by my hand alone
and I lay where it is cold
and brown and quiet
to fade where the bridge meets the trees
and bleed
I see those eyes when I close mine
my heart
my head
my wrists
Im hurting now
But only for a while
A contest entry
- Anything Goes by Beating.
450 points, ended December 14, 2007, 60 entries
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Comments
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Awesome
This is so dark... I like the style and the usage of your words..."and I lay where it is cold
and brown and quiet" That's a unique usage of "brown" and I really like the outcome.
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"and I lay where it is cold
and brown and quiet
to fade where the bridge meets the trees
and bleed"
I love that part. This piece is very unique in its subject and discription. I like that. Good job!
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