Victoria Tori

~waiting~

Staring at my wrists,
All the lines are twists.

Blood creeping out,
My heart is all cut out.

I don’t know what 2 believe,
To may times I have been deceived.

I wonder why
People r so afraid to die.

Death is easy an peaceful,
Life is hard an painful.

So I sit outside in the sun,
Awaiting for the reaper to come.

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 18, 2009

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Comments about ~waiting~ by Victoria Tori

  • Naida Nepascua SupnetNaida Nepascua Supnet (10/17/2011 7:45:00 PM)

    how could you be so brave to face death when most of us are so afraid for it yet
    so much courage i see from your persona
    so bold and daring that you wait for the reaper to come
    i see every twisted cuts and the blood oozing out plus you waiting for death
    what a poem
    ten votes

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  • Davion Krustov (6/25/2009 11:20:00 AM)

    I know this doesn't mean much to you considering everyone else praised your work ten times more than wat im about to say but...
    Beautiful poem. What im wondering is why haven't u been published yet?

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  • Kevin Fisher (5/18/2009 2:34:00 PM)

    so emo so dark....MASTERPIECE

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (5/18/2009 2:21:00 PM)

    'I wonder why
    People r so afraid to die.

    Death is easy an peaceful,
    Life is hard an painful.'

    How dangerous thing is composed how gently!
    It is a dazzling poem.10+++

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  • $* Cooky*~*Moster*~*Baby *$ (5/18/2009 2:19:00 PM)

    it's short but very good


    read mine plz

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