Rotting Corpse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
another weird writing dark in content, mainly about comming to terms of things done in the past and how easily rage can take over your life, and strip you of everything before you know it

Submitted: February 12, 2008

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sitting cold and alone here i await
tears form within the eyes
a fire grows within the pit of my chest
slowly creeping its way up,
 the fire swells in my throat
the tears begin to flow
the pain will not stop
the fire will not cease
i can not speak
i can not think
my mind is shattered
my heart is ripped to shreds
my soul has vanished
yet the pain remains
yet the tears flow.
my chest is hollw and stale
rage is all that flows through these veins
i am as cold and still as a flesh rotting corpse
but still the fire  swells within
burning hotter and without mercy
my eyes once gleaming are now lifeless black hollows
nothing will ease this suffering
it is all that is left, it is the only sensation that is felt
so here i sit, a slow rotting corpse
fueled by an eternal fire of pain and suffering
never to feel again


me Twisted Illusion
copyright  03/06/2006
 


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