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4:26 PM - White Death Current mood: blank Category: Writing and Poetry
(I wrote this a couple of years ago... well more then a couple, around 8th grade lol. Its has a horrible ending... i rather bite the dust at endings so be gentle if your going to judge lol)
AS I lay here in this Pit, Holding my breath, going under the tourment, the hatred, the penance of my life. Its killing me, dragging me down further, never looking back. The light if life vanishes. I am alone with in the dark depths of heavenly and mortal sins. A feature drops beside me, bekonded by a crow, edgin me forth into the darkness. taking me to the godly side of death Where redemption is forced upon the waking world to repay for what their lives have taken. To where the fabrication of life but hangs upon a single thread. I hear the call of my angel, White feathers drifting about. His cry rings through my ears, a beautiful, peircing sound, others may call this the song of death, but that song awakens me frm my slumber. This is my angel.
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deadclown89 · Sun Dec 24, 2006 @ 08:26pm · 0 Comments |