It's torture of a different kind,
become a toy that all can wind.
Words of deep tormenting cries,
bleeding truth and taking lies.
Monster found in store-bought souls,
plastic faces, figure molds.
Pick your favourite tasteless candy,
Share with friends to suit their fancy.
Watch it alter blissful minds,
watch it leave the sun behind.
Through a straw of blood and sweat,
nasty games you won't forget.
Try it once, just go ahead,
teeth like moss and feet like lead.
Swim away before you drown,
hurry now, don't turn around.
You don't need it (yes you do),
it's lost the battle (still has you).
The last escape, just one more try,
peaceful now... no time to cry.
Death's Melting Clock
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3 October 2011 - 1:41am
4 October 2011 - 9:57pm
#1
The whole poem has incredible
The whole poem has incredible rhythm and flow. Keep it up
3 October 2011 - 2:15am
#2
Thank you. :)
That means a
Thank you. :)
That means a lot, I took a long time getting the flow right.
3 October 2011 - 1:54am
#3
Nice
I really like this, the flow, the rhythm.. the words.. It reminded me of things that I have written only you did it much better :) I really like the imagery you have given to this piece. Thank you for sharing :)
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