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DEATH ROW
Contributed by
wellsmark
on
Saturday, 21st December 2002 @ 07:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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DEATH ROW
Hell is where my feet will tread,
No remorse, enduring shadows instead.
The hourglass falls my life a grain.
Deaths perfume is sent,
It wafts my name.
Vacuum in the pendulous heat,
Satan licks thy smoldering feet.
The hourglass falls not many grains,
Heat explodes into my constant veins.
Caloric grew paler as my thoughts fell,
Blackness took hold to the Reapers bell.
Wrapping its fog around my breast.
Heart stops beating to finally rest.
The hourglass is empty no more song,
That the dead may feel no remorse or wrong.
I may be a tempest fast asleep,
But the reapers cut is lasting and deep.
Copyright ©
wellsmark
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2002-12-21 19:40:00]
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Re: DEATH ROW
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by Devlina on
Saturday, 21st December 2002 @ 08:53:54 PM AEST
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| Very visual, I think that this is a great poem! |
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Re: DEATH ROW
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by OreO on
Monday, 23rd December 2002 @ 02:11:27 PM AEST
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Wow this is different....im glad that i will never know what death row is like...i dont want to ever be there in that place...thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:. |
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