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Picture Prompts-Writing Contest- Poetry This picture made me think of what happens when you help others but in the end..no matter what you'll always be alone..Be the Fallen one.

Submitted:Apr 6, 2011    Reads: 70    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Buried beneath this skin of dying pleasure
coldness invite himself to taste my completion
this image shows nothing that they could see
the figure which start back at me seem to hold a secret I don't know of
Snow-white wings falter my body spreading all this false hope
knowing that I've Fallen Last

Darkness would find a way to shower itself this tatter cuts
screaming to be free from the chains which bound my body here
I lay here asking myself if you can hear my voice echoing from this other-side
only you never see me
watching you
guarding you even if I am in pain
Even if I Fallen Last

Time moves on
life comes and goes
I help the best I can alone always in the end
finding my body dancing to this unreliable sin
cause somehow in the end
I know that you will always return to win
even if I Fallen Last.


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