The day is coming,
When you'll come undone,
They'll see you breathing,
Your death just begun.
The more you cry,
The more you scream,
Look to the sky,
There is no gleam.
Your mask is gone,
Pulled off your face,
There is no dawn,
Give up the race.
Fake's out-of-style,
You've lost your cover,
Don't even smile,
They will discover
The Truth.
A contest entry
- Kinda Whatever by Redeemed15.
600 points, ended September 2, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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The Truth
this is like TOTALLY awesome Julia!! i like it ALOT!!! a silver trophy well deserved!!! thanks so much for sharing! have a nice day, -slick99 -
kool poem julia! i love the rhyme. thanks for entering and good luck in both my contest and any future contests that you may enter. lol
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