Sarah Stopka

Rookie (11/12/1980 / Evanston, Illinois)

Partaking In Mass Chaos - Poem by Sarah Stopka

Light fading from my eyes....



I’m to be buried with all my lies....



Deceiving person sucked into dark....



Leaving this life, death my new art....



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Falling faster, fleeting moments they are....



Looking down below me hell my shining star....



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Grime, black, red, hot....



Surrounded by suffering, bodies of decay....



My limbs ripped apart my new kingdom to stay....



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Hell hath no fury as it is unto my burnt out soul....



Hell hath no hope, no friend no foe....



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I walk through the valley of the shadows surrounded by death....



Screams of anguish with every passing breath....



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Swe et fortune my foe has become....



Sour disappointment caressing my tongue....



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Tea rs of blood shed for a life long past....



Salt in my wounds never to heal, a permanent cast....



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Beings cry out begging for relief....



No tongue to speak with, solace but only brief....



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Faces of children condemned to the fiery pits of hell....



What kind of joke is it, the devil their soul they sell....



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Crack ing, breaking, begging for relief....



Demons of Hades, Cerberus guarding, Tarturas burning, Charon a thief....



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Acid rain burning my flesh....



Clouds of grief smothering my chest....



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Back into time, one more chance I wish I could partake....



Do it over again with lack of all my mistakes....


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2009



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