I don't know, this is a just a another poem,
her numb hips. the strong, unknown feeling
she looks over her shoulders, in one last atempt
to get a glimt of the loners, that's chasing her till the end
"why? why wont they give up?" they've been after her forever
"why can't they stop?" the dark ghost is too clever
he watches every single step, every single break
he watched her on the cliff, and down by the lake
the voices in her head, saying why, why and why!
she tried to tell her sister. she screamd out: "you lie!"
but it isn't a lie you see! it's the only thing that's real
sadness, anger and greef is the only thing she feels
now, you try to tell her, that "you girl, are mad"
the look she will give you, would even make you sad!
scarey images, unhealable scars
the glimt of her eye, the glimt of the stars
she walks down the road, deeper into the woods
she no longer bother to stop for breaks, as she should
she no longer cries, those heavy tears
she no longer runs, from her childhood fears
Poetry by ares
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Written on 2005-08-31 at 20:21
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the trembling of her lips, the heavy breathingher numb hips. the strong, unknown feeling
she looks over her shoulders, in one last atempt
to get a glimt of the loners, that's chasing her till the end
"why? why wont they give up?" they've been after her forever
"why can't they stop?" the dark ghost is too clever
he watches every single step, every single break
he watched her on the cliff, and down by the lake
the voices in her head, saying why, why and why!
she tried to tell her sister. she screamd out: "you lie!"
but it isn't a lie you see! it's the only thing that's real
sadness, anger and greef is the only thing she feels
now, you try to tell her, that "you girl, are mad"
the look she will give you, would even make you sad!
scarey images, unhealable scars
the glimt of her eye, the glimt of the stars
she walks down the road, deeper into the woods
she no longer bother to stop for breaks, as she should
she no longer cries, those heavy tears
she no longer runs, from her childhood fears
Poetry by ares
Read 530 times
Written on 2005-08-31 at 20:21
Tags Fear
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