Realized when I was waking up,
me eyes never opened.
My own personal comatose.
My hand slowly grips,
the only life my body can hold on too.
The yellow reflection in eyes,
hold your dirty little secret.
Now for hope and integrity,
I peek through blood soaked lashes
and hope to see someone new.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt.. by Angelflower.
591 points, ended July 24, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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This was a very unqiue take on the prompt.. I really enjoyed this.. thank you very much for sharing.. best of luck..
Angel

