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Rapid rivers slow to a halt
And are slowly infected with beds of salt
Turning that which brought life
To something that withers and brings strife
Dry, deep-set eyes empty of love or tears
Look into them; see my soul in the darkest mirror
Taste the loathing, the pain, the wraith
Expect my forgiveness, and hope to sate
Broken limbs, twisted minds
Redefined mistrust, I stray from the kind
I rip through hearts, tear through tendons
Waiting for the light, the rising sun
In this eternal madness, I find no rest
I only live to fight, to prove I’m the best
Flesh dangles from my nails, blood streaking my mane
I kill what I see, and call myself ‘loves-bane’
I maim that which I cared about
Who else can walk carnage’s route?
Dry, deep-set eyes empty of love or tears
Will you look into them?
And see my corrupted soul in the mirror
Timothy Weiermann
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Anjali Sinha
(3/3/2009 1:23:00 PM) |
I rip through hearts, tear through tendons
Waiting for the light, the rising sun
In this eternal madness, I find no rest
I only live to fight, to prove that I’m the best
you ripped my heart
you tore my tendons
you stole my heart
you broke my silence
you flickering light
why do i have
to prove to you
that i love you
the most
here on ph pages
-10 anjali
(do read mine A TWILIGHT SONG)
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Chitra -
(3/2/2009 11:54:00 PM) |
a poignant write with resonant imagery,10+
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