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FiGHTiNG HeR KiLLeR iN DReaMS aND ReaLiTY
Contributed by
xslashxprettyxskinx
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Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 03:31:49 PM in AEST
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EmotionalPoetry
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She took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke
Took the extra in and started to choke
Gave way to horrible preconceived notion
Knowing he had something brewing, an evil potion.
The smile on her face slowly turned to fear
As invisable hands beckoned her to slide near
She unconsciecously believed all of his false lies
Unable to break away, no matter how hard she tries.
Listening intently, ear to floor
Watching for foot steps, under the door
Too many hours, spent here in waste
Remembering the different auroma's she'd once again taste.
Violent convulsions throw her to the ground
Awaken to find hands and feet that are bound
In the eyes of her killer she recognizes a familar face
Struggling for a free hand, ridding herself of the disgrace.
In hazy visions of red and black
She fights at the covers until there's no more room for attack
Tied and beaten laying in a comfortable crimson pool
Nightmares, like her realities, made for a fool.
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Re: FiGHTiNG HeR KiLLeR iN DReaMS aND ReaLiTY
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by lil_angel on
Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 03:44:06 PM AEST
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| You are a great poet...........keep it coming, the imergery is really good! Great job! |
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Re: FiGHTiNG HeR KiLLeR iN DReaMS aND ReaLiTY
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by Vitreous_Soul on
Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 06:13:33 AM AEST
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Damn. Brutal and genuinely disturbing, all intertwined with a certain feeling of helplessness.
"Violent convulsions throw her to the ground
Awaken to find hands and feet that are bound
In the eyes of her killer she recognizes a familar face
Struggling for a free hand, ridding herself of the disgrace."
I don't often quote an entire stanza, but that is just too good NOT to point out.
Truly,
-V.S.
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