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Of Love and Murder
Contributed by
lilbabe
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Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 01:15:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Scattered on the ground
Are the shattered pieces
Of solid, clear crystal
Broken by your bloody hands
Symbolic of my own heart
Twisting and turning,
Helplessly running
Into a straight black path
Holding onto whatever sanity
My mind can grasp
Running from you, my love
As youve turned your back on me
Once again
I cant go back
I refuse
And as bloody hands
Grasp my soul,
Crystal pieces puncture my skin
Collapsing into nothingness
No more breath
Treasure the power
With which you captivate
My soul;
I cannot escape
Is this love?
Deceive me into
Thinking this is love
For surely, I am brainwashed
By the world;
Because I need you
You, almost like some drug;
Addicting me;
I cannot live without you
My captor, my love,
My killer
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2007-06-10 01:15:31]
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Re: Of Love and Murder
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by fadingaway on
Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 06:15:04 AM AEST
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I like it...it's dark, deep, full of raw emotion.
sweet write!
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Re: Of Love and Murder
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by Honey56 on
Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 08:10:12 AM AEST
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| Excellent write....Sad but good.. |
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Re: Of Love and Murder
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by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 01:42:34 PM AEST
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Good dark write...I liked the use of the crystal heart...one can easily visualize the shattering.
Peace,
Laura |
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Re: Of Love and Murder
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by ruthann on
Thursday, 8th July 2010 @ 12:37:46 AM AEST
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i understand him being like a drug, i cant live with out him either. i just hope i can break the addiction of him and someday be happy not end up dead. i have come close so many times. my family and friends just say walk away, i wish i could run away.
ruthann |
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