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My Insipid Reflecion.
Contributed by
Miseria
on
Tuesday, 27th January 2009 @ 01:40:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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In the scarred words of true disbelief,
I find subliminal curses that scream the truth.
A memory is saved by drowning it in tears,
But blend it in blood, and it will be gone forever.
"Was he ever alive?", she asked.
I believed in the reflections in my broken mirror.
I believed in the screeching sounds on my dirty window.
I felt my shell break when you entered my mind,
We rescued each other from the rising rain.
"He was born from a wish", I answered.
You saw me unveiled in the dark.
You witnessed a false awakening.
Under frightening lights we kissed,
Like a twisted joke, I changed.
"Only he died", he said.
Copyright ©
Miseria
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2009-01-27 13:40:09]
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Re: My Insipid Reflecion.
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 28th January 2009 @ 12:09:43 PM AEST
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very eloquent writing. good work.
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