gliding down the hall.
at the end a single light flickers.
quiet moans begin to fade.
pondering weather or not she stopped bleeding.
insignificant tramp.
how dare you try and leave.
walking into the room.
a path has been marked clearly.
narcisitic bitch.
she's thrown against the wall.
not one single soul to help her.
the needle still in her arm.
herioine infested whore.
the lies seem more vicious.
a hand tightly grabs her throat.
soon she stops breathing.
her body drops to the floor.
upon angry hands her blood seems so vibrant.
pacing back and forth.
the closet door slides open.
cocking the gun.
pressing the barrel against flesh.
pulling the trigger.
a simple twist in brutality.
A contest entry
- Anything Dark by satan-.
460 points, ended March 2, 2008, 75 entries
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Comments
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I love that last line... This poem is so raw and harsh, but it's absolutely gorgeous as well. Great job, and thanks for entering!
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