A sixteen year-old
Snake Bites
unable to be happy
Even in his own home
Looking angrily
Into the camera
That he aims at himself
Shooting his soul into damnation
An unhappy smile plays across his lips
As mischievous thoughts emerge from his willing mind
Who is he?
Is he dangerous?
Frantically, he types
A story untold, A creation unseen,
too much to stay in his mind
A twisted, mind-wrenching, make-you-sick-at-your-stomach story
is made and published, from the face you see before you
This face, this teen, Chris, is his name,
He'll make you, ever so delicately, with his words, only
To BREAK you after he's done.
This face quite possibly deserves more than he's worth.
Author notes
Thats me, Chris, in my avatar/face/picture.
A contest entry
- Show Off Your Avatar! by Kari.
950 points, ended October 18, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'm not sure what to think of this.
Comments
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Very Deep. Thanks for your entry
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Excellent
A rather unique write, my friend. You've expressed your thoughts in a very clear manner. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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