Staring blankly into the dark,
Nothing left converges into nothing at all
At least, that's how I try to make it seem
When on the inside, the dark is now a graveyard
And it's the cause of all the broken things
That have been trailing behind, dripping all around me
Until it all crashes down yet again,
Diverges down a dreadful hierarchy into what I can't explain
Then goes from crashing to crushing everything
To form these bloody things I've always written
A contest entry
- cry me a river by patsoldcat.
600 points, ended May 20, 2008, 13 entries
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Such is the plight of the muse, at the exspense of the soul.
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final edit
loved this write
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thanks
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that is nice! i'm trying to pick my favortie part but i love it all!
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good job!
liked it a lot
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