Stare closely into her screaming eyes
Run past the rusted blood and lies
Make your way through her fog and mist
There's no guiding lights that exists
Raise your sharpened claws
And dig a 100 years deeper
Pick out dreams from nightmares
Get tangled in her web of frights
Swim through puddles of moldy tears
Rot into the mysteries of night
Drag the last remnants of your life
And crawl to the center stage
Where her pulsating tomb lye's
Housing a fluttering paper heart
With a message meant to be read
Hurry, the hour glass is bleeding to death
Read the word tattooed in crusted scabs
And crash into fragments of guilt
As her paper thin heart is licked by flames
Your name burning at the stake
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Prewrites :) Yes, as many as you like, but hell this wont be simple. by xxRainbowDawnxx.
700 points, ended November 3, 1091 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
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Comments
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this is awesome i havent heard anything as awesome as this before itss soo cool
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thanks!
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This is one of the BEST poems i have EVER read. My favorite is the line "Hurry, the hour glass is bleeding to death" and the last two ends. Amazing and astounding!
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