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| Tired, Tortured: Totally Alone
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tired, toturted:
totally alone.
dieing angels,
bleaching bones
laid out naked, painful groans.
seeping rivers
bloody red
bring out secrets
from within your head.
casting shadows
of painful remorse
vivid nightmares
to keep the force.
my eyes shine bright
in your bloody glare
a dieing angel
falling through the air.
landing beside, the fallen one
holding hands, father and son
two angels once gold
but now made of filth
the angels of past
are all falling to fast.
gods green earth
now cast aside
filled with nothing
but pesticides.
killing all
we once held dear
leaving you;
left with fear.
here it comes,
the final blow
and in the final minutes
its all over, far to slow.
but see the dream
as it disappears
taking out, the painful tears:
dripping down a lovers face
left without a single trace
we left it all behind
left it all for you to find
bloody angels, in the street
bloody torment...
at your feet.
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Posted by RomeosMadWorld on 2008-04-03 08:00:00 | Rating: | Views: 71
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I really enjoyed this poem. Keep writing.
Peace
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Posted by Ellie2008
on 2008-04-04 16:38:06
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