Opalescent tears
carve furrows,
Skin of finest china
bleeding at the touch
Tainted memories
jaded dreams,
Spider coated flesh
crawls at the sensation
Mind screaming
NO DADDY!!!
I can't take anymore!
Demons shred the words
All that is left,
Fear and guilt,
Lost in a vast empty world
Numb
Author notes
im chosing option three and about lust, sick sick lust... however this poem is not written about me... it happened to a friend of mine... well quite a few actually... its surprising how common it is... and disgusting. but one friend in particular while i was writing this piece.
A contest entry
- Seven Sins. by Walking Oxymoron.
700 points, ended November 24, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Harsh, very hasrh.
And considering it didn't happen to you, worded very very well.
The second to last line is great- and so true.
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