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Other In this house of broken glass
pieces everywhere, they break
my skin and I bleed from within
I fall through the holes in the floor
fall to new levels of emotion I've never
been before, and if I fall so far
down that I reach the devils ground
would you crawl down and bring the sound
of your laughter with you so heaven
I could hear and then I could bare
the scare of falling there...
Lovely.
I think you should end the poem with a quote from one of those Batman movies: "Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight"?
Love the imagery!
the description is dazzling once again, this poem is very very good. x
damn, this was deep. I really liked it.