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Array ( [sid] => 116885 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => THE DRAK ROOM [time] => 2006-03-23 00:19:50 [hometext] => this was hard for me 2 write because these is what i wrote from in side mysefl [bodytext] => In the room full of drakness & only drakness.
The foot steps move closer & I brace mysefl for the sneering shrapness.
The only thought in my head is oh here we go agian.
The many tears of heartbreak & the feelings of despration & desiper.
Of being hopeless & being unable to escape.
Suffercated with out any air.
The footsteps grow closer.
They echo in my ears.
This all gose back to one man.
Two great lifes he destroyed.
The foot steps stop & in gose the knife of hrut.
We put our hands on the kinfe.
As I try to pull it out
he push it in fauthere.
For all the years he stabed me with that same knife.
As the kinfe plugs into me.
The mermrios come flooding back
I see them colaking the man.
Like a caot of a secret socity mebre.
Agian the knife pluges fauther & the tears sart to flow.
I sart to relive each hrut each meromire.
Every scare every wound every hand every face
it all comes back down to the last detial.
The wound the knife leavs countisly bleeds.
A trap of a prison that keept me held in this
room of drakness.
Begging & pleading
screming for someone to hear me
for someone to bring light.
The draknes bilened me & chians keept hold.
With a powerful grip.
Like that of a man overwhelmed with serght.
Only the thoughts of being free raced trough my head.
Everday I heard those same filamer footsteps.
Seen the same hands.
The same knife.
That was when I seen the man.
When he had controll.
Relazing how long he had held me back
from the wonders of life to be alive
instead of dead & it was wrods that had
made no sense & then it all snapped & concted.
Tears of joy finally steramed down my face.
Happiness filled my soul & then the chians broke.
Finally I was free.
The knife was gone.
So was the man & his cloak of mermiores
The room of drakness filled with light.

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THE DRAK ROOM

Contributed by pureheart07 on Thursday, 23rd March 2006 @ 12:19:50 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

In the room full of drakness & only drakness.
The foot steps move closer & I brace mysefl for the sneering shrapness.
The only thought in my head is oh here we go agian.
The many tears of heartbreak & the feelings of despration & desiper.
Of being hopeless & being unable to escape.
Suffercated with out any air.
The footsteps grow closer.
They echo in my ears.
This all gose back to one man.
Two great lifes he destroyed.
The foot steps stop & in gose the knife of hrut.
We put our hands on the kinfe.
As I try to pull it out
he push it in fauthere.
For all the years he stabed me with that same knife.
As the kinfe plugs into me.
The mermrios come flooding back
I see them colaking the man.
Like a caot of a secret socity mebre.
Agian the knife pluges fauther & the tears sart to flow.
I sart to relive each hrut each meromire.
Every scare every wound every hand every face
it all comes back down to the last detial.
The wound the knife leavs countisly bleeds.
A trap of a prison that keept me held in this
room of drakness.
Begging & pleading
screming for someone to hear me
for someone to bring light.
The draknes bilened me & chians keept hold.
With a powerful grip.
Like that of a man overwhelmed with serght.
Only the thoughts of being free raced trough my head.
Everday I heard those same filamer footsteps.
Seen the same hands.
The same knife.
That was when I seen the man.
When he had controll.
Relazing how long he had held me back
from the wonders of life to be alive
instead of dead & it was wrods that had
made no sense & then it all snapped & concted.
Tears of joy finally steramed down my face.
Happiness filled my soul & then the chians broke.
Finally I was free.
The knife was gone.
So was the man & his cloak of mermiores
The room of drakness filled with light.

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Re: THE DRAK ROOM (User Rating: 1 )
by deadclown on Monday, 19th June 2006 @ 06:06:05 PM AEST
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not too sure what to make of this.It kinda sounds like it could be a good piece of work.Just got lost a bit cos of the grammar. Think you should use the spell check for an easier read

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