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The butterflies Swelled with every new

Gasp of air That Filled my Brittle lungs.

And Every new Step I took seemed To be on

freshly broken glass that cut into my feet

to stop me from taking the next feeble attempts at escape.

And Though My Will is Strong,

It crumbled in his cold inhuman grasp.

His hands gripped my wrists,

Pulling me into his inferior arms

And against His Stone Chest,

While his lips found mine.

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Lordpeace
00:08 Feb 10 2009

dont ask but i do like it

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dadofthree
17:37 Feb 11 2009

very good and deep too

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The clouds Turn red above me,

An night time is falling fast,

Yet the shallow mists pulls my feet forward,

Into the blackness of the thick trees

That stretch for miles in every direction.

The wind Shook the leaves like wild animals hunting,

And left me cold, empty, alone and blind,

While my feet stumble over the black hole beneath me,

That was swallowing me whole.

Sea and sand the wind in my hair,

people pass they do not look,

they do not look at me or you,

the wind is but the sound of sorrow,

passing by the unwriten notes of memory's,

that have no meaning and no sound,

all i can hear is a whisper of the wind in my ear's.

With tears That fall past the ground

And feeble heart that shatters like glass.

All the tiny pieces throbbing in my feet

As the people are walking past.

With single minded knifes of power

Far past cutting deep into ocean cords

Tangled like spiders webs.

But we are not past back stabbing.

Laying in wait for hell to rise under you

and I shall laugh and praise the god

that has no mercy on your soul.

They will be here,

trees and sun and,

children with canes and pruney skin,

when I am but a memory,

a laugh in the trees of time.

I sit alone and try to love them,

I sit alone a snake I sit alone and try to,

love them,

i sit alone and laugh.

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Lordpeace
00:09 Feb 10 2009

this is an amazing poem from an old soul

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