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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short, very quickly-written poem about being used and betrayed. Mirrors my true feelings.

Submitted: August 24, 2009

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Stirring of spirits

Caressing my soul

I know not of my fate

As sleep takes its toll

 

“Follow us” they say

in whispering sighs

Beckon me, hence

With fingers like knives

 

Peril disguised

As pure, bleeding lust

A pretence so foul

That swallowed my trust

 

And so I went

Blind to the pain

Walked on, regardless

Never again.

 

Heedless, I stepped

Into Death’s open jaw

Never again

I can't die anymore.


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