in this world...
we see the trees...
and in our sky
we want to fly.
but in my mind..
they're all dieing,
and in this home...
i hold a tome.
Take my hand...
share my mind...
let's it's poison
wash over you.
in ecstasy you'll live
without guilt...
or conscious to guide.
I hold secrets...
Now let me take you...
my little flower.
let me end you...
with this oh so seductive
poison...
A contest entry
- Dark (again) loss by Selene Tremere.
400 points, ended March 31, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thoughts?
Comments
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nice write! thanks for entering and good luck
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Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
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