Lock this choker round my neck
tight enough that it snaps,
and I'm left hanging on by a thread.
A thread of reality
so thin, that I feel myself swayed
by the opinions of all those about me.
Weighed down,
by the insanity of the situation
and it pulls me to the ground.
Crashing down,
it begins to slip
my mind and the thread that binds me.
So it breaks,
and I am lost.
Lost, alone, and dead.
A contest entry
- Darkness Dwells PIF! by Lost Vampyre Angel.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Enrapture and Intoxicate by FlipperSwitch.
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Comments
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I like the metaphor between the rope and reality. Thanks for entering.
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wow right now i feel like uber shit,
so this really stood out, i love the imagery so damn much, and the way it all rhymes but you cant see that unless your read it aloud :]
best of luck,
Kitty xxx
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