A lifeA Poem by fatalsymphonies
"Another word?" she's saying to me,
"Another sentence?" she's asking me, No, I believe, no that's not what I asked for, lovely. Her dress is green and white, perfectly trembling underneath, "Another dream?" she questions, "Another hope?" she laughs, cracking at the centers of her evilness, No, I understand, no that's not what I'll seek out, beautiful. Her hands are cold and lustful, perfectly pale and chilled, "Another request?" she's spitting at me, "Another belief?" she's digging at me, No, I have to endure, no that's not what I'll beg for, gorgeous. Her eyes are dark and angry, perfectly powerful and cold, "Another plead?" she's yelling at me, "Another demand?" she forces into me, No, I love what I love, no that's not what I'll cry for, stunning. Her toes are curled and icy, perfectly standing and sharp, "Another hero?" she screams at me, "Another valuable friend?" she stabs at me, Yes, I need what I need, yes, that's what I'll love forever. "Die," she says to me, "Die, this is what you deserve, never to be saved-- Never to be saved," she repeats, but I've already turned away from the mirror.
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Added on March 12, 2011Last Updated on March 12, 2011 AuthorfatalsymphoniesNCAboutI'm just your average Fatal Symphony... Sometimes I write stories, other times poetry. Ache with me? more..Writing
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