Colors became useless as time passed on
in the dark I rested, paralyzed on the ground
hope started to look like a bitter memory
the only noise I could hear, was my own.
years passed by like pages blown by the wind
until one day i heard someone stumble with me
Who are you? are you my god, or are you my saviour?
I felt the edge of a blade caress me, i was free.
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A contest entry
- My Points - Your Decision by Rock-Junkie.
700 points, ended September 29, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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interesting. like the speaker is going through a death... very much different, but good! Great write and good luck in my contest!!
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yes, the speaker is going through death.
but yet, arent we all?
isnt there a time in life in which everything's just the same? i think life sometimes gets monochromatic, boring, useless.
And the reaper (metaphor wise) may be a relief, just like the end of a book that seems to never end.
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