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The Cutters Death
By DarkBlades
The cold metal,
The burning sting,
The pouring blood,
The
loud screaming,
The large destruction,
The beautiful death,
The silence due to my last breath,
The biggest cut,
The deepest
hole,
The darkest tunnel,
As black as coal,
The brightest
light,
The angelic voice,
Saying come with me lets rejoice,
With the gates of heavan open to me,
I stepped forward and was set
free
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Copyright 2010 DarkBlades
Published on Monday, October 25, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, May 20, 2015, Lunar Angel
(7)
wrote:
I love you choice in poetry style.Concrete poems help capture the attention of the reader.Its a blade, and it looks as if the top is in the flesh.Beautiful poem, love the meaning behind it.
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A former member wrote:
If you need to talk just message I wont bite.
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A former member wrote:
This honestly captures the feeling perfectly. A really great write.
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On Monday, November 1, 2010, nightshade
(118) wrote:
Though I have never been a cutter I must say you captured the feelings eloquently. Glad to have you on DP
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A former member wrote:
aw soo cute
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