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The Story Of A Death
Contributed by
shahan
on
Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 03:41:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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It was a tough decision,
A real hard one.
There was the crouching darkness,
Purity was the only prey.
The lonely lizard on the wall,
Looked at me.
A tired look,
An empty look.
Time flows at a motionless flow.
Like floating water on the floor,
All my thoughts are born
And die,
And a sudden stir makes them
Alive again.
The dreams last only in dreams,
Love leaves an iota of pain.
An ache lives in the blood.
I take the knife,
With a sudden shudder,
All comes to an end.
Red is the only truth,
And life is red.
Copyright ©
shahan
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2004-04-05 15:41:35]
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Re: The Story Of A Death
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by holy on
Tuesday, 28th September 2010 @ 05:25:58 AM AEST
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Well done!
What a hard work to face a red life.
I wish you a happy and lucky life! |
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