Death is grim,
so grim you could throw it in the bin,
Death looks like big black wings engulfing me,
But just let it be,
It smells like the darkest, desolate alleyway,
swallowing every hint of day,
It feels like a horrific pin,
pinning me until i burst,
death sounds like a scream,
Making me feel like im walking on a beam,
Death is grim.
Submitted: December 01, 2011
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really enjoyed this poem. short and to the point and great metaphors!!! if you like horror you should check out my short story. check out my profile.
Fri, December 2nd, 2011 2:36am
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Thankyou and will do
Thu, December 1st, 2011 7:03pmFacebook Comments
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I feel like im starting to get somewhere with my poems. All thankks to FoxGlove
Thu, December 1st, 2011 11:34pm