Cold as ice...
Black as night...
Broken into pieces...
Torn to shreds...
Shattered like glass...
Empty as the void....
Yet still filled with hatred..
Longing for the love of another...
Lost in the darkness...
Stitched up....
Glued back together...
Crying bloody tears...
Confused and alone...
Wondering what its purpose is...
Almost non-existent...
Wincing in pain...
Simultaneously going numb...
And slowly dying...
A little everyday...
A contest entry
- Make It Dark by peregrin.
450 points, ended August 10, 2008, 81 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ah, it is... fantastic....
very well written, and I can also relate to this piece.
Good work, and good luck in my contest! -
wow...... that was great.... i know we both understand it....
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awwwww. thanks sis :]
yeah we can both definitely relate sadly...
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