Tears

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By †Scars Of Depression†

The proof of torment runs down my face, A gasp of life for a cry of silence Life is nothing when being tortured by emotions of somber, Whispers of cold memories Racings of illustrations through my mind, My Conscious is a dark adaption Dripping preceptions of sorrow, A river of venom poisons my face From the windows, my soul pours out, Falling deeper into darkness As the blind shadow catches it's fall A shreek of forgiveness, Still a blinding frustration blocks any signs of hope.

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April 22, 2007 20:25Angel of Music

Great job. :)

February 5, 2012 04:53~Stay_Beautiful~20104

Goodness! This is really powerful and amazing. Such powerful word choices and imagery.

January 29, 2013 16:56karolann shelton

it really is great.