CrimsonAngel
Demon Disciple
.Fallen from the broken gates of heaven
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Post by CrimsonAngel on Dec 23, 2003 21:07:09 GMT -5
She got one final gift from god He gave her the bloody knife That just goes to show He doesn't care about her life
She lets out her final tear drop As her blood drops reach the floor She keeps hearing ‘Why do you do this?’ That’s what these words were written for
Are you going to tell her she’s wrong? As everything is getting worse The puddle of blood gets bigger Now she’ll show you the smile she’s rehearsed
Rain drops pour down upon her soul And blood covers her eyes Please just let her let go Can you hear the angelic cries?
There is something about the silence The echoes make her sick A broken life that’s been torn apart Kind of like a slit wrist
She tries to speak but no words come out Will someone tell you she’s not broken She doesn’t need you to try and fix her Let her take her own action
A world that doesn’t understand What if you felt lost and so confused And all they did was ridicule you What else would you do?
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Post by Forsaken on Dec 23, 2003 21:12:24 GMT -5
I loved it. I only feel kind of sad, thinking that in some way you might be talking about yourself. I still loved it. Good job.
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Post by black jewelled rain on Dec 23, 2003 21:14:40 GMT -5
Very well said! This was a well written poem, and I loved your rhyme scheme, which flowed very nicely.
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