As the clock strikes twelve
I wipe away my unending tears
As I load the gun
I think of the pain I shall spare
Forever in silence
My soul unseen
Behind this fake joy you always see playing in my eyes
I force a smile.... to hold back a scream
Holding my life; this 22 revolver
I've lived forever in silence
And so I hope this blast will allow me one word of sound
I clench my hand over my heart; a scar traced around it to show me it still was there
Holding the gun tightly
I feel my last tears fall
As the bullet takes my life
I finally let a scream pass my now crimson lips
A contest entry
- Silence Within Darkness by Deathwolf Tasagka.
1800 points, ended July 24, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Heartfelt piece you've made
Love it flowed so well -
WOW this was dark awesome!!!
I force a smile.... to hold back a scream
i totally feel that an i been there
this is really a sophisticating piece full of beautiful pain WTG
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Scriptive. Very scriptive, your vocabulary and metaphors, charming as i feed off this dark kill. Interesting, you speak of a revolver, I've done the same in two of my own personal writings. But its still a interesting delight, most days i see a nine mililmeter, or a herion overdose, pathetic. But this, this shone competitive. Good, good write, and your spelling's alittle off but as long as I know what your saying, your fine so no worries. The best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Deathwolf Tasagka
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