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Tuesday, 1 November 2005

Topic: Poems
I can't handle it
I'm falling to pieces
Being torn apart
By somethings's bare hands
I can feel the cold dampness
Cold and clammy, long and bony
With talons so sharp i can feel them cut
I'm down on my knees begging for it to stop
My thick red blood flowing down my face
Dripping off my nose into a puddle
An endless puddle
Its almost as if it cannot be drained out
It just keeps going
Taking my life with it
The pain, it stopped
It doesn't hurt anymore
The only thing i can hear
Is my blood dripping
Thats all i hear
The peace, the quiet
I can relax
Going to sleep now
Please do not wake me
For i never will

As i slowly lie down in the puddle
The owner of the horrifying hands
Just stand there behind me
Feeling satisfied with their work.

Posted by crazy4/kitten77 at 11:21 PM EST
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