A lost memory
Of a dark past
Eating away at your existance
As it haunts you day and night.
The memory cutting through your brain
As the victim is cutting his wrist
Just to watch the blood flow out
And form a puddle of crimson sorrow.
But I don't remember the memory,
It's not mine!
I don't know why it haunts me!
Someone, tell me!
Why do I have this memory?
What did I do to recieve this suffering?
So I jumped to my death,
And now I haunt someone else's memories...
A contest entry
- Dark picture prompt by desiredpain.
1075 points, ended January 10, 14 entries
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awesome, but once again unbelieveably sad.
good luck in your contest -
hm. Its interesting how this is written. I like it. i like how the end ties into the theam keep it up bro ^_^.
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Nicely done
Very nice, I liked it and it kind of sounds like the poetry that Bill writes. I loved it.
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I'll take that as a compliment.
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wow
thats morre like it lol
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What?
I am still dark. Besides, I've had help from my Alter Egos. Thanks for the help Sparrow and Roxas. -
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wow
sound like video game lol of ure life -
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holy crap!!!
How did you know that there's a video game about me.... jkjkjk lol. But yea, it's basically the memories of my alter egos actually... Sparrow is my poetic alter ego by the way... -
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lol
kewl i just wrote and added a new poem read it please
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