Submitted: Feb 19, 2008
Reads: 55
Comments: 5
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Damned
Roses are red.
but some of them are black.
I love you.
Do you love me back?
Time Moves on.
your not at home.
Life moves on.
I'm so alone.
The razor taunts me.
Laughing at my scars.
Six months sober.
But its still hard.
the mirror hates me.
So I cover my self.
black on my eyes.
the perfect desguise.
to hide my from me.
the work of dispare.
the worst thing is,
nobody's there
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Comments:
OMFG Like hell you suck. Bloody brilliant piece, from the beginning to the bitter end, captivating and relateable. The flow of it reverberates within one's mind, grasping at his sanity and twisting it into a beautifully deformed portrait. I loved it.
--Itsuwari--
Posted: Feb 19, 2008
Its really- how should I say? Oh yeah...captivating. Sucked me in like balck hole. Havn't seen one like that for a while...you have some real talent...
-Krystina
Posted: Feb 19, 2008
You made me want to reach out. It's beautiful in a very dark way. Scary.
Posted: Feb 20, 2008
Well, Skarlett, this is a very good poem. I love the way you conveyed such emotion. This is my favorite of the three you have posted. Good Job!
Posted: Feb 20, 2008
"Emo-licious!"
--Jordan--
Posted: Feb 21, 2008