Tragedy of The Red DeathA Poem by DailyWyattWe are reading this story in class by edgar allen poe and i wrote a poem dealing with the subjectThe pain It consumes my nerves Excruciating and constant.
Blood Pouring out of every orface in my body It soakes my clothes and pools on the floor.
Time The one thing i don't have Thirty minutes till the fate takes my life This horrible disease moves inside me like a hungry tiger Devouring my entire body on it's horrid rampage
I lay on the floor In a pool of my own blood Waiting for the last second of my life to tick away.
There i am Helpless and defensless Against this invincible force Waiting for the harbringer of death to take my soul And drag it to the deepest depths of hell Where i am forced to burn fo eternity.
I would have done it all differntly If i had known But mow i lay on the edge of my excistance Looking at all of my selfish deed and works.
Wait....NO.........NOT NOW! Please just let me have a second chance? STOP! STAY BACK............ NO DON'T TOUCH ME! NO.........NO..........no. © 2010 DailyWyattReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 9, 2010 Last Updated on March 9, 2010 AuthorDailyWyattFairborn, OHAboutName: Wyatt.A.H. Sex: Yes please :P (Male) Sexual Orientation: Stright Religion:Christian Interests:Writing(obviously),Videogames,Music,Football,Movies, Anime,Manga Relationship: Happily Take.. more..Writing
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