Attaching itself to you is guilt,
a deserving taste of burnt hair.
Bleeding wrists haunt the night in your mind,
matching your moves are my eyes.
Flashing lights & sirens ring in your ears,
the needles of a tazer hit you in your sleep.
The memory is fresh after this all this time,
you re-live every second.
You can't wish for worse,
neither can I.
Author notes
Obviously I'm not dead, hope you get the idea behind this one,
it's what I think a victim would say to thier killer after dying 20 years ago.
So, what do you think?
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wow....strong emotions in this one i like it a lot. i agree with Ms. Muse!
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Thank you sweetie, it's been a while since I've written anything now.
It's good to know that the stuff already done is okay xx
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True
There are things worse than death. This is a ten-line remake of "Tell-Tale Heart" for today.
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wow
A compliment & a half, thank you very much.
Never thought that I'd get a comment like that, probably the best one
I've ever had. What a sweet little angel xx
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wow.
This was such a powerful write, with so much emotion. You could feel the resentmeant and hate through out it.
"Bleeding wrists haunt the night in your mind,
matching your moves are my eyes."
I absolutely loved those lines, they sent a shiver down my spine.
Great write.
.xo
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Wow thank you, very appreciated.
I think they my favourite too, it's amazing
what you can come up with in minutes. I only
sat down & started typing, imagination, what a tool.
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Imagination is a wonderful tool! and sometimes the best poems aren't planned, and premetitated, they are just written (:
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And you don't get writers block x
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