Balanced on the knife edge
feel it's cold hard steel
getting closer to the ledge
about to stumble over.
The end is getting closer
the cracks are growing wider
always lived your life like this
a solitary cold soul rider.
People lie and people taunt
they always take advantage
exploiting all the love you flaunt
coldness now seems your only friend.
Don't let them know you have a soul to take
any feelings left for them to hurt
there's no feeble bones for them to break
you're a cold hard shell of a once fooled heart.
A broken man will once again rise
in the empty wasteland
of anothers demise.
A contest entry
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350 points, ended April 1, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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very very dark, with a bit of sadness. good writing,
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the last stanza is my favorite "A broken man will once again rise in the empty wasteland of anothers demise." thats just awesome lol i liked it alot keep up the good work and good luck!
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