[My tears only exist behind my eyes.]
~ Somehow I find a way to breathe at night.
The theory is that it's just stage fright.
~ Our lives are embroidered with black and white.
I need this now before Juliet dies.
And there he is, standing --(trembling!)
< Dear love, your eyes slice into me like a noose. >
[Tossing my arms around and screaming!]
Choking miserably...and -dying- without your (breath.)
~ To paint a face {white} from this terrified red.
(And I pull the rope -- kicking the chair from me!)
My eyes roll like heads from a guillotine.
There she --
` falls. `
-- as tears escape -- horrified!
< Dear hazel, black goodbye. >
[Collapsing, the rope breaks and I can't do anything right!]
~ Coughing up blood, your abysmal sacrifice.
You know you can't do anything right!
(What are you waiting for?)
Pull the trigger, coward!
PULL THE TRIGGER.
PULL THE TRIGGER.
PULL THE TRIGGER.
She was just an ornament to hang from the chandelier.
With all the hatred, she could never recognize love.
So there she lies on the dining room floor --
in her blood.
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Humm..quite an curious piece and timeless immagery around the thought made me impressed..well done..thanks for sharing...my friend..
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yer i agree with you. I love the way you wrote it. even though i didn't quite understand the whole putting stuff in brakets thing. But yer i agree the name i found didn't really fit the poem.
but other then that the poem was very enjoyable and gripping to read.
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woah...
This is just amazing, such strong emotions and I am fond of the 'artwork' you weaved into the words.
"~ Our lives are embroidered with black and white.
I need this now before Juliet dies.
And there he is, standing --(trembling!)
< Dear love, your eyes slice into me like a noose. >"
Those were my favorite lines because the tended to stick out the most. Lastly, 9mm fingernails doesn't seem to fit but that's my opinion. Wonderful write! ^-^
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holy crap...That cool...
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