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Post by ImperfectEmo on Mar 22, 2005 1:33:18 GMT -5
I picked up the blade that killed my friend, and examened it over and over again. How can something made of metal and rust, have such a deadly touch? I placed the blade along my wrist, then decided to take a deadly slit. All the pain I felt that day, all of a sudden went away! I slit and cut and hacked away, all of a sudden there was no pain. a puddle of blood in which I sat, as each drop of blood just went splat. not a soul came to help, Then I knew just how she felt. I layed there dieing as the light sliped away, was it worth the trade of pain? The second I died my mom walked in, to see the death of her own kin. she picked me up and squesed me tight, and held me though the rest of the night. By dawn she had her mind made up, Living life was to abstrot. She picked up the kinfe a prayed to God, that it would not hurt at all. She cut her wrist with the knife, sadly begun to fight for life. Her very last seconds she wrote on the wall, Together my family will never fall.
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Post by WildPegasus on Mar 22, 2005 3:43:07 GMT -5
Wow, that's deep.
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M.R. Inkless
Established Muse
And dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar's stare.
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Post by M.R. Inkless on Mar 22, 2005 15:43:09 GMT -5
dude, that gave me chills. such a vivid image. i can relate to writing poems like this, i've many. and i know they don't just appear. so good luck with whatever it is that inspired you to write this.
firefairy.
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Post by Rose of the Forgotten on Mar 31, 2005 3:54:11 GMT -5
The last line is a killer, intriguing what you can come up with from that jumble of words. Very creative, it gave me chills too. -- Jus
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