The iron heart in my bosom has been shattered
Like the crystalline glass that was kissed by your poisonous lips
This wrenching, twisted spiraling nausea sweeps me through the shadows
Of onyx black with its foul corpse aroma drowning me in my slumber
My soul is metamorphosing into the monuments of putrid hatred clawing at
The fragile thin hope and devotion inside of me
The one who had given extraordinary faith for so many centuries
But you brought detestable destruction, which rammed its slimy palms onto
This sphere of cherishing comfort bringing thick, suffocating, unbearable sadness
My collapsed spirit holds onto the mountain's edge with its fingertips
With you hammering in full might although I still would not let go.
A contest entry
- parched lips by adsaige.
300 points, ended January 13, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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congrats on the gold
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Judged
I feel as though I have already found my winner. This is exactly what i feel at the moment. The pain and the unbelievable anger at his betray, at what the fuck he did to me! [Sorry, ranting.] Might I invite you to take part in one of my current contest...[the weeping willow]...perhaps you can write something just as beautiful there.
Thank you for your entry and good luck! -
EXCELLENT
i know the person you are talking about..and im sorry he hurt you that way
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