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Whipers(please comment)
written by mychemromance06:49 PM 2/18/05People make fun, while others laugh.
The rage comes out of the ones under attack.
Feelings are hurt, and hearts turn black.
Dark as night there's no turning back.
What started as a joke soon turned sour.
From a few simple word, out came the power.
Like a plague they make you ill.
They take over your mind and make you kill.
You pick up the gun and shoot cause your mad.
But after you do it you become very sad.
You've just shot your friend right in the chest.
You think to yourself there's nothing else left.
You're friends and enemies lay lifeless and dead.
The voices grow louder, screaming in your head.
You pick up the gun one last time,
And yell to the world "This bullet is mine." |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by gothiclove12 (2-22-2005 - 07:31 PM)
| This is really really really good!! i really like it! |
by (guest) (3-27-2005 - 07:12 AM)
| This poem is very well written good job :) |
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