I'm somewhere far away from here,
pulled away from what is really there.
I'm still getting shivers,
but my mind is in the other place.
Give me starvation,
slip me into the dark depths to hurt me.
It is no different then before,
but i'm broken down and use to it.
Break me up and kill me down,
puncture me to the floor with nails.
I need the pulsing pain of survival,
give me somethign I am work with.
Dying inside is easier then being stabbed,
but it slowly takes over and makes a walking corpses.
Soon you will see the world littered with them,
no life in the stares of happiness.
Don't look down at the floor and hope to drown,
cause you know that you are stuck in position.
Continue to survive threw pushing others down,
and soon you will see the corpses I speak of.
Soon.
A contest entry
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400 points, ended December 12, 2007, 16 entries
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WOW! That was deep, I loved it! Good luck in your contest!!!
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I liked it, but I got a little bit confused and then I got unconfused, if that makes since.....
I liked this piece of yours, who ever you are, I'm happy to see that SOMEBODY has finally entered my contest, best of luck.
Thanks for entering my contest,
Anne1122
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