We kill-with great intention- the ones we love the most
We kill-with hearts of gold- never realising the cost
We kill-with words unmentioned- silence begs for the edge
We kill-with souls growing old- changing what we dread
We kill-with pride and hate- the falls come hard and fast
We kill-till the soul turns black and wrapes us in a dress of many words
Author notes
picture credit: http://hellbanger.deviantart.com/art/Voices-are-calling-44277973
A contest entry
- PIF - picture inspired by amaranthine lover.
363 points, ended May 14, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Quite different then what was initially expected. Thank you very much for your entry.
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