My dreams seem so real,
in the obscure darkness of night.
I understand that its over,
but I cannot dismiss what happened.
I relive the anguish in my sleep.
Broken pieces of my burned heart,
afflict me with constant torture.
No hollow man can help,
no one can give back my freedom.
While I endure this agony.
As if I was a stuffed doll,
you depleted me,
used me,
and killed my dearest wish.
What are you?
Each day departs,
and distingrates to nothingness
Soon, I will pass on,
and take the final step,
to choke my bleeding heart.
A contest entry
- RAPE by InMyFlames.
300 points, ended January 22, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly. I will say I think this is the most significant and coherent piece you've written. And thank you for the comment on the story- your contest created it. Might be a part 2...
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"As if I was a stuffed doll,
you depleted me,
used me,
and killed my dearest wish.
What are you?"
great lines thankyou for your entry i can see alot of emotion it
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