Beating the Storm

By Invader Lyn

her neck snapped to the rhythm of the rope
her life etched in patterns around her throat
finally she started to choke
to spite the words she never spoke

seemingly what she thought should admire
she found her heart to be a liar
there was nothing left of her entire
as she sliced clean through her broken wire

murder was the case
that she breathed through the lace
and as the wolf took chase
it burned off her face

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Published on Sunday, July 11, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Beating the Storm"

On Monday, August 9, 2004, DoctorAsh (371) wrote:

A very well displayed persona metaphor factory prodution sheet piece. If i were into [collecting] poems or purchasing them - this would be one i would tuck into a box. Wonderful type [D&A]
On Saturday, August 7, 2004, Lifeless (38) wrote:

At first I thought the rhyme was forced but I was wrong. Itâ€™s more complex. The piece was well written and (I concur) disturbing. I enjoyed this a lot.
On Tuesday, July 13, 2004, NikesRain (1240) wrote:

...damn is right, horrific and thoroughly engaging. Nice job.
On Sunday, July 11, 2004, Seraphic (209) wrote:

the second stanza is my favorite, the whole piece has a nightmarish feel to it. I like it :) *~seraph~*
On Sunday, July 11, 2004, Dancing_Monkey (1228) wrote:

the first part kinda ruled.. cous this have been writen tons of times, but for once I loved it.. maybe listening to tool made a difrence.. who knows..
On Sunday, July 11, 2004, Anth (1126) wrote:

this is cool a feeling of being chased by something you cant outrun,great flow to this , excellent
A former member wrote: Brutal, tied in lace, run through fields of flowers painted lightly by the blood of children. Least that's what this made me think of. -END-