DecompositionA Poem by Shanny RowanhillWhen you're back in your personal hell When all you can think of is how the f**k you're supposed to stand living with yourself When you're just never surprised anymore... It's like having a soul. It's like staring into hell itself and see nothing but black fire Good job. It's a well-made illusion. And will it last? Will it?
This is the reason: f e a r Four meaningless letters pushed together making a word so strong that it takes all the other words out of my mouth.
Never before have i stared at it so Not breathed Not moved Just stared
Wait... Wait...
...and BANG, there it goes Thanks a lot. You just ruined my whole existence. © 2010 Shanny Rowanhill |
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2010 Last Updated on March 13, 2010 Tags: decomposition, spoken word AuthorShanny RowanhillRussiaAboutStoic with STYLE. I'm Shanny, you may refer to me as "God", "Superior", "Admiral" Thanks. *Elvis voice* Fank you very..much. *stabs the stump repeatedly* DIE, DIE DIE! *looks up* WHO .. more..Writing
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