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Whispered Screams
written by fuzzypunkhat01:39 AM 12/14/04I sat in that dreary room,
My lungs burst without a breath,
I became cold, brisk.
I saw shocking images of those,
Those, people who did it,
The blood seeping through their clothes.
The beautiful children influenced with the disease,
Of self mutilation and sharp objects,
They were so intruguing to the little ones.
Why? Why do it to such little kids?!
Stop these images!
I can't hear anything, of these I must rid!
Stop! Stop! This is so painful,
I don't want to be infected too,
Without a cure!
I can't contain my sanity, this is driving me mad!
Those opening skins before a blade,
Those faces, the pictures, yet so doubtfully sad.
These widening wounds can defeat,
Before a little child, or an adult,
Consumed while they slept.
To the wall, may I lean,
Make this stop,
Now I can hear....The whispered screams. |
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if you would comment it would be greatfully appreciated, critisizing or non critisizing
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Darkwolfgirl (12-14-2004 - 02:20 AM)
| wow. cursed are those who are trapt in a mind. sacred are those who are trapt in their own minds. just a little metephor for ya. great poem! |
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