Pitch Black, by Elizabeth
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EVEN THOUGH MY EYES AREN’T CLOSED
I LOOK AROUND AND IT’S PITCH BLACK
I CAN’T FEEL OR HEAR ANYTHING
I FEEL AS IF I’M LOCKED UP IN THIS
TIGHT CLOSED BOX
I CAN’T FEEL MY PULSE AND YET I’M
AS COLD AS ICE, SO WHATS A GIRL TO DO
JUST LIE HERE IN PITCH BLACK
I TRY TO GET OUT, BUT IT’S LOCKED UP TIGHT
AS A COFFIN, COULD I BE RIGHT
AS I LIE HERE IN PITCH BLACK
I START TO WONDER IF I’M DEAD OR ALIVE
AS I WONDERED WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN THE END
I HAD FINALLY REALIZED I HAD
BEEN DEAD ! ! !
WRITTEN BY:
ELIZABETH WOLFF
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Posted: 2005-06-20 05:10:45 UTC |
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2005-06-23 22:01:56 | Crimson.Wings |
this a very sad poem, but i like it a lot. |