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Perception of death*
written by Trapezium12:23 PM 8/10/04We walk through a cave of blue crystals,
Discoloured ice lining the wall,
The ice is heated,
And i begin to fall.
She floats up to heaven,
This is where i leave her,
I'll never see again,
I'll be without her forever.
I fall down a the deepest hole,
Drawing near is a fiery chasm,
To me it represents desire and passion,
Morbid fantasies bring orgasm.
I feel at home in these orange depths,
Warming as i'm ever near,
It widens up to create a devil's palace,
Now i'm engulfed in fear.
This is what they call hell,
It lures you with your wishes,
It wants you in it's cavernous depths,
Then you realise your sleeping with the fishes.
I've died and now i live in satan's home,
I'm his slave; now he's my master,
Whips crack; what a fantasy,
It makes me work ever faster. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
"Me and my (ex)girlfreind walk through this tunnel of blued ice... i feel the ice burning and i begin to fall and at the same time my (ex)girlfreind floats up to heaven... the hole i fall down has walls of fire with sexual apparitions in them... I land in my perception of hell... and it hits me "i'm dead" i say to myself... Satan forces you to work... he whips you when you fasten your pace... i pretend it's all a dream..."
I'm writing a story based on my perception of what dying is like... the poem (above) is part of the blurb and so is the caption in inverted commas(" ")
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| » Comments / Feedback | by XxStolenSmilexX (8-10-2004 - 01:05 PM)
| It's beautiful, really captured my attention, amazing work! |
by SuperBob (8-10-2004 - 10:13 PM)
| i would really like to read the whole thing when yourr finsihed...that was captivating...incredible! |
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