The silence is deafening
Like a roar in my head
My senses are straining
As I sit up in bed
Despite my suspicions
I don’t hear a peep
It was probably a dream
So I go back to sleep
I wake from my sleep
And strain once again
For the second time, Nothing
I lie down again
A faint flash of silver
Darts past my eyes
A sharp, slicing pain
Catches me by surprise
I leap out of bed
And let out a scream
But nothing comes out
This must be a dream
But no, this is real
'Cos my throat hurts like hell
So I shout and I scream
And I screech and I yell
My throat just bubbles
Whenever I cry
Oh god, It's been cut!
I’m going to die
Author notes
I seem to write about killing more than anything else...Maybe that says something about me...
A contest entry
- Silence by Lislaine.
600 points, ended October 16, 2008, 29 entries
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Comments
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ah death, killing and suicide, they are people's favourite topics, for all the peace this and that we throw out we still want to see read etc dark imagery. a good poem.
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I feel you tried to end the poem with a comical air? I would have prefered you keep the mystery.
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woah...creepy
but the build up tension was good
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holy crap this is completely amazing im in this contest and i think you should win just honestly wow
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OMG this is soo deep so deep!! But I like it
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So this is what you were talking about today. Well written, very mysterious. Your right, it does kind of make you think the gore up by yourself. Awesome Stuff.
Dani.
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