Dragged back from the depths
Of this decrepit mind
The memories of a psychotic heart
Twisted in like knifes
A broken shattered husk
Of what could and should have been
The sorrow and the hatred
Threatens to pull me in
Then I see your twisted body
Broken beneath my hands
A mangled testimony
To the madness
Insanity never ends.........
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So true
Amazeing how we can live dreams in a write--Don't you think? Tis Wonderful!!
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Is the twisted body you hold in your hands the lifeless corpse of a love that has died?
Or is it the self that once was you, long ago, before it was betrayed and murdered by the self that exists today?
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"The memories of a psychotic heart
Twisted in like knifes
A broken shattered husk
Of what could and should have been
The sorrow and the hatred
Threatens to pull me in"
These three stanzas were my favorite. Yet another excellent write. You're amazing.
<3Kate -
I loved the background and the picture. Instantly sets the tone. You had wonderful flow and the imagery was like acid, it makes no apologies for its gruesomeness. You mispelled knives. A minor error. Very well written. The way you say " Then I see your twisted body Broken beneath my hands....." I feel that you are supposed to be making a good statement after the "The sorrow and the hatred Threatens to pull me in....". You just seemed to cram it in there. Wonderful effort. Well worth the read.
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Nicely written. I like the flow, and the creativity of what you wrote. Well done.
Thank you for entering my contest.
~~KitKat
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