Peyton Webb


Control


Cold, in a warm in embrace
Feels Like he's fallen from grace
Asking why does this happen to us
Suddenly they give into the lust.

He tries to fight
but it feels so right
He wants to scream
but his voice is locked up tight.

As he hears the bell toll
He feels like he's lost contol.

Submitted: Friday, October 05, 2012
Edited: Saturday, October 06, 2012
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I just wanted to write a poem about a werewolf since I've been going on this Beast theme for awhile

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  • Romeo Della Valle (10/5/2012 7:28:00 PM)

    Excellent! This well penned write with a nice flow clearly shows your talent! Short but deep and thought provoking! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City (Report) Reply

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