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Prey
By raspberry89
My brain's a victim of my heart’s beating
It’s the only way that I can reason
Why this red I see is not depleting
Soul crushing must be in due season
As howling winds blow ever more strangely
My pulse quickens its erratic pace
My survival instincts go crazy
And the blood falling from my face
Makes my thoughts somewhat hazy
I'll never see the end of this chase
As many demons now plague me
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Copyright 2014 raspberry89
Published on Saturday, July 5, 2014.
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A former member wrote:
Slow motion moments of clarity and confusion, all brought down from that exquisite beautiful blood. Fantastic write.
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A former member wrote:
Love the dark gothic spirit of the poem!
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