A Living Curse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Into these gray walls
I cradle in the corner trying to hide,
Crying with-out tears, shouting with-out sound

Their Voices inside my head I can hear
Whispering and shouting, mocking laugh's tarring my mind..

Barley seen by those who stare
Their presence Only can be felt by children and the insane,
But everyone is afraid to speak, allowing this curse
To keeps lurking beyond our nights

Am not sure if there was a beginning
But certain that there will be an end
An end of all my suffering nights

Again Night had falls,
Again with this useless body I step into this cold gray room,
Again It was just seconds till they gathered around my ruined body
That only wears countless scars to feed them...

The smell of death fills these gray walls room
Printing a smile upon my red lips as my blacked eye
Sees them shivers, weeping, and begin to take....
Take that gun from my head....

Submitted: December 17, 2009

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Sends shivers down my spine in a good way. Insanity is one of God's most terrible tortures.

Fri, December 18th, 2009 2:05am

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