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Why the hell am I dead? (A Deadly Fantasy I)

Poetry By: MssJenn

I closed my eyes and saw this... a premonition maybe? :D

don't know what's this.... just words forming one idea. not a poem.
(edit: so i put it as poem even though I'm not so sure about this being a poem)

Submitted:Jun 1, 2009    Reads: 234    Comments: 10    Likes: 6   

Looking down I see myself lay in the floor
I see my lips, firm close
My eyes wide open
My neck is pale and contour in an rough shape
The floor holds me
The tiles look cold
I know they are because minutes before lie in them
I see my body as an empty shell surround by the white of the bathroom floor
My leg extended and my arms open to my sides
I look around and see not sigh of what made be as I'm now
The yellow florescent light makes my red hair look deep maroon
No wait…. That's my blood
My hair is deep in dry blood.
And I ask myself again
Why the hell am I dead?

Why the hell am I dead? (A Deadly Fantasy I)

Who is going to kill me? (A Deadly Fantasy II)

Controlling the Bullet (A Deadly Fantasy III)

Who Controlled the Bullet (A Deadly Fantasy IIII)


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