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As you listen to my heart,
My hand grows cold, and with a start,
you turn towards the door,
to leave me lying, evermore.
You hear a sudden rasping,
as of a window clasping,
and the tourture of the storm,
keep you with me, safe, and warm.
At least, you think you're safe,
although horribly misplaced
for pain and cursed combine,
and shall shorten living time.
The horror lay within you,
as of a steely sinew,
and of my corpse, upon that floor?
I shall lie there...evermore.
- by Radioactive Roulette |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/04/2008 |
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- Title: The Murder of a Friend
- Artist: Radioactive Roulette
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Description:
I wrote this poem last year, its one of my favorites that I have written, thought the stucture of my work varies.
One of my major influences with poetry would have to be Edgar Allan Poe, as you can probably tell.
I love poetry, and I would love to hear what you think of this work!!
Be honest.
Thanks! *Megs* - Date: 10/04/2008
- Tags: murder friend dark death
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Comments (2 Comments)
- jdude1012 - 02/14/2009
- Awsome! biggrin Check out mine at http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/poetry-and-lyrics/vote/?entry_id=101116045#title.
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- SkaterLilly - 10/23/2008
- This is the s**t! Awesome work Meggs!!!
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