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Souls Funeral
By Wiccad
Explain to me the colors I see
As I close these weary eyes
The
voice I hear, whispering in my ear
Calling out to me,to face
the fears
To see whats left after the years
The reflections haunting
I looked upon my own gaze,
Picaso with a razor blade
Standing
motionless, in a haze
This image in the looking glass
I
cannot relate, it has no mass
This unusual twist of fate
Is this what happens
When your insides die...
That reflection
of dark pitted eyes?
The darkness starring back
It's soul
fading to black
Knowing you will never have it back
Happiness
is long forgotten
I lay at the bottom.....
Fermenting and rotten
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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
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On Friday, October 7, 2011, Hands_Around_My_Throat
(67)
wrote:
The set up here is unique, but as I sound it out, I enjoy it more and more, like its cascading forth, a broken dam. emotion that rages because it can't be stopped.
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On Sunday, March 7, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(860) wrote:
Excellent write, and especially dark. "Fermenting and rotten" that provided me with some images, I'll never forget. Thanks for sharing.
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On Tuesday, February 9, 2010, Dilated View
(582) wrote:
"I looked upon my own gaze, Picaso with a razor blade Standing motionless, in a haze" haunting lines, and an overall haunting read. The ending left me feeling very hopeless. Sadly written.
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On Tuesday, February 9, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806) wrote:
masterfully written. I love that style and it flowed so well.
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