Bile oozes out from every pore,
Seeping over your jaundice skin.
A pain too monstrous to ignore -
All encompassing deadly sin.
Revolting from the inside out
Where logic perishes forlorn,
Infectious feeling spreads about
Leaving hearts all tattered and torn.
As green bruises do mar the dove
Grave ill shall take fast hold
Spread o'er - a false mask of love
The destruction can naught be told.
Recover what you can my dear
And take your soul away yet clean,
For broken hearts will mend - don't fear
But souls do die shrouded in green.
Author notes
Option 2: Quotes
'Envy is the ulcer of the soul' - Socrates
A contest entry
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900 points, ended May 19, 2008, 18 entries
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OMG, that was beautiful. I couldn't figure out where you were going till the end and then it was oball so obvious after realizing what the quote was. You have made the reader understand the quote so well.
"But souls do die shrouded in green"
I really loved this line it has a very soulful and yet somewhat cynical aura; like been there, done that. Nice imagery there.
Cheers for a great write! God Bless!
Anansey -
Ooh I like this! Superb feeling throughout and good flow. An excellent take on the quote. Well written. Thanks for your entry. Good luck!
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