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Dead Roses of Summer

Contributed by MG_Akela22090 on Thursday, 28th September 2006 @ 07:37:35 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



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Like a rose that is dead, frozen, broken in my head. Crawling back to the exit so I can run, everyday is getting harder to escape from...
Tortured bones and eyes that burn. So close to loosing everything upon the last turn. Paths crossing under my feet, lost on the way back to reality.
Wanting to find the life I should have. Freezing my heart straight into my chest. Blood turns to ash, I'm choking down my life with another few puffs and a few more lights.
Staring at the ceiling while lying on the floor. Taken by the demon I dont know anymore. Consumed by the fear that I'll find myself dyng back on that bathroom floor.
Slit my wrists just to see color. Red as a rose, dying with the summer. Just one more step and I can be running again.
Feel you inside me...burning a hole through my body...I just don;t want it anymore!
Burning a hole into my mind that I need to escape. The exit is right there, but my eyes are stapled shut and my heart is beating slower.
My chances are replaced with your voice telling me it's not over yet...




Copyright © MG_Akela22090 ... [ 2006-09-28 19:37:35]
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Re: Dead Roses of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by CaptainSpaldo05 on Thursday, 28th September 2006 @ 08:34:48 PM AEST
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Very intense...Very emotional.

And that is what writing is all about.

I love your form, great write.

Jantz


Re: Dead Roses of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by Shattered_soul on Friday, 29th September 2006 @ 12:41:22 AM AEST
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Dark
Beautiful


Re: Dead Roses of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by Faust on Saturday, 30th September 2006 @ 10:44:08 PM AEST
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This poem is... It has got to be one of the best conveyed and imaged poems on this website. Your name is going to be one to remember some day.

Eternally Punished,
Faust




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