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when the options die
By chrome arctic
There’s no going through
The danger of you
Circle around to
block my north
Making crashing my last option
There’s
no pulling loose
Hooks dug into me
Without ripping veins, spilling
blood
Leaving pills my only exit out
It feels so cold
The sense of it falling down
Inside of me
when the options
die
There’s no common sense
In pauses in my mind
How am I capable of such thoughts?
Am I conflicted or just evil?
There’s no turning back
I’ve done what I did
I used
to be a man who’d pray
Feels like god committed suicide
It stings so sharp
Breezes like needles on skin
Piercing through
me
when promises lie
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Copyright 2009 chrome arctic
Published on Wednesday, November 11, 2009.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, November 12, 2009, Phalanx
(628)
wrote:
I can feel the frost on this one. I wonder what tapped the well for this. Very somber, nice finish.
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On Thursday, November 12, 2009, Angelic Darkness
(27) wrote:
Simple, but deep, confusing yet so clear, to those that understand it. I like it. ~Ang
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