slam metalpuppets

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Fabric Of Life - Poem by slam metalpuppets

the bullet rips through the night
like a needle trailing a thread of blood
mending together the fabric of my life,
but the rain is falling and drowning me in self-guilt,
as i rape the pain with angel tears shed by the dealer of design,
wondering who created this fabric of life,
my life,
torn by the hands of depression,
by bullets and blood
needles and thread
as i fall into a euphoria
of tears

Copyright 2007

Comments about Fabric Of Life by slam metalpuppets

  • Rookie Aaron Combs (1/21/2008 2:13:00 AM)

    i agreee with aka vaiper... it's sad but very good..

    comment my poems...if you wil..thakns (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie unknown Viper (12/30/2007 4:27:00 AM)

    well written poem...sad though...keep on writing... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 3, 2008

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