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Death by Dreams
By emeraldgrace
Im walking down
that old grey street
the same one every nite
the fog is thick
a stillness hangs
I grip about me tight
no people seen
yet shrieks I hear
deep within my head
I start to run
my body trembling
I thrash upon the bed
a blackend mist
of fear and pain
surrounds and drags me under
I fight to breath
but it persists
as silent as a hunter
my heart beats fast
vision darkens
I lose my grip my hold
when they try to waken me
my lips are blue
my skin is cold
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Copyright 2004 emeraldgrace
Published on Friday, July 30, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Death by Dreams"
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A former member wrote:
the flow of this is great, flows pretty fast as mel says below, so i slowed it down and took in some deeper meaning. great write.
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On Saturday, July 31, 2004, Northstar
(374)
wrote:
so fast and flowing--very nicely done--I can relate to what you are expressing here
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On Saturday, July 31, 2004, Midnight Phoenix
(240) wrote:
This reminds me of a story I read once that described a similar scene. I really like the emotion that reflects from your words and the atmosphere you've created here.
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On Friday, July 30, 2004, Soulseeker
(108) wrote:
AMAZING WRITE!! That's all I can say... I am too impressed! Bethany
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