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Dry Ice
By maliceman
Cloaked in black, I travel.
The mysteries of hate, I unravel.
Finding the pieces of my heart, my soul.
Desperately wishing I were
whole.
A sound so astute... a shatter,
But what the fuck
does it matter?
The other me is dead....
But was i ever really
here?
Or was it all in my head?
A rebirth, someone new,
Still don't know what the fuck to do.
I am lost, never to be found.
Might as well be six feet below the ground.
Crimson are the
tears that dampen my clothes.
But I wear all black, so it doesn't
even show.
Need a life.
Need a purpose.
Need a goal.
Or my heart will always
Be
Ice cold.
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Copyright 2011 maliceman
Comments on "Dry Ice"
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A former member wrote:
LOVED this one. It made me laugh at how real it is. It's ok, I don't understand exactly what I mean by that last sentence either. Very well written.
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On Monday, August 29, 2011, Ladyhawke
(394)
wrote:
Wow, that was brutal. Power. Pure power. Darkness, almost sensual. Loved it.
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On Friday, April 29, 2011, mysterylove
(99) wrote:
"crimson are the tears that dampen my clothes. but i wear all black, so it doesnt even show." brilliant.
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On Wednesday, February 16, 2011, 10 Forty Three
(593) wrote:
For some reason curse words make it just that much more powerful. I can relate... great write.
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