Dying

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By bedazzled •

I wait. Dust trickles down my spine, powders my 'lashes and I wait, statuesque, watching the spiders spin gleaming gossamer lies. There is no sound except for the torrent in my head; a soundless scream, a dagger mantra. My brain fills with blood. I stand in black and white, all colour stolen. I barely even breathe. Darkness. And still I wait, without moving, feet sinking into the floor. Frozen by the icy truth, paralysed by pain. I wait for time, for music, for colour and for light. But mostly I wait, for you to say you were wrong. For you to say, winding ribbons around my broken heart, you want me back, you still love me. But still I wait, and still I die.

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December 18, 2008 16:49Tyler Cedric Golden

hmmm a confusing and yet interestind and still understandable....plz read this new poem i just wrote that you make very much like similar in feeling to this one called What Must Be Done!!!....i think i did a fair job but i would like a writer as good as you to put your own honest personal opinion on it....ty.....very nice poem....