Rip Rip R.I.P

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem

Submitted: August 04, 2008

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RIP RIP R.I.P

Blood.
Crawling like a serpant,
in veins blue with distress,
of a trepidated past,
in which time and tense,
collaborate an evil pact,
to end it all,
one last time.

I roar, they shiver,
I try, they fail,
I dream, they sleep,
I cry, they weep.

I pretend, they presume,
I rush, they stagnate,
I delve, they drown,
I see, they frown.

And then it all turns to Black,
Melodies of midnight silence it all,
stars of glory begin to fall.

And in the middle of this all there is I,
rupturing a shield that blinds the mind,
nerves of senses start to unwind,
I rip them apart, want to break free,
I yell I shout, this time it will be me.
I rip, I RIP, I R.I.P


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