the life of dead man
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Poem by: true reborn
He sat crippled with the beatings of life ,the burns of hell,the blood filled with hatred that streams to his eye's like crimson.In his hand he holds his death with pride he never notices that he creeps close to the fire of abomination like a moth to a flame,swallowing his lies like water, tasting the pain of others with with sickening happiness, killing and eating to stay alive so when its all done the blood has stained an has inprinted it self on your hands.he lay broken with the blood of your mother laughing and crying all at once 'piece me back together' he screams but no ones there have you not noticed you've killed them all! Killed your mother that now lays in your arms,your father that you've sliced with your hate,your sister you killed with redicule,and your brother your own hands of jealousy,DEAD!By the one they loved most,all DEAD!DEAD!DEADDD!Call me insane cause im the one to point out that the insane one is I, For I am the only one who sees this blood and corpses scatter in MY own home for who am I to call him MAD,FOR I AM TO!
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Very good!
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Wow, i'm at a loss for words. This poem is filled with amazing use of words and though there's some errors in spelling, it's nothing major. I felt very dark and lonely reading this, the insanity that crept to the guy making him murder everyone around him, his entire family. Then in the end you compare yourself to the guy's insanity. Why did he go so insane and why do you compare yourself with such insanity, do you hate the people around you? Anyway great writing, lots of feeling and an atmosphere of dark and dreary was created which i believe you wanted hehe^^ Here a cookie too if you like them (i just love giving people cookies)^^
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insanity is not all ways what you do but some time what you feel this man who I describing was to be like my uncle he came home to our house after he had finaly got out of jail after 15 years,so one night he got drunk and started talking about his hardship but I thought he got clean and off drugs but IT was a lie cause he reached behind my moms bed and for the the first time in my life I saw death before my eyes,in his hands he held crack and heroin as if it was a prise possesion my heart not only brokr but shattered when he said my mom took it to! Every night I would see myself in the blood of the ones I loved until I felt like I would go insane like a dog.but I still hold this crazy insid like a volcanoe ready to erupt.
First of all i LOVE the title! The poem is very well done i really like your way with words it creates such imagery.This poem has such a sinister dark feel to it and a element of sadness .it is really well done.
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