Pain crawling through
My skin
Caged inside
No place to hide
Always finding me
Agony swaying into
My Heart
Darkness attaching to
My Soul
No way Out
Burning inside
My heart is
Riping apart
It hurts so
Much
I just feel
Dead
A contest entry
- The Death Contest... by SchizoChic.
600 points, ended August 9, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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“I will go before you
And make the crooked places straight;
I will break in pieces the gates of bronze
And cut the bars of iron.
I will give you the treasures of darkness
And hidden riches of secret places,
That you may know that it is I, the LORD,
Who calls you by your name...” (Isa. 45:2-3)
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good job. thanks for entering.
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