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charred flesh
Contributed by
summers
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Thursday, 11th November 2004 @ 10:34:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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wooden hallways stuffed with the haunting sounds of untuned piano
chilling melodies resurrected from the ashes of nothing
we rebuilt this house
we filled it with our stuff
there is no piano here
still i hear keys ringing
the sound of impending death
the sound of tons of iron and lumber crashing down
the sound of flesh becoming brittle
cracking like paint on an old wall...
death rattles in the air...
it grows louder, pounding at my eardrums
until it is only a faint hum
and thats when it hits me
the smell of charred flesh...
i burned it down.
i burned it all down.
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summers
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2004-11-11 22:34:58] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: charred flesh
(User Rating: 1 ) by a_bear on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 05:04:18 AM AEST (User
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haunting |
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Re: charred flesh
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 04:42:57 PM AEST (User
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its more than just haunting. I got hooked on the fact that you 'filled it with our stuff'. That's candidly said - and it helps offset what I'm about to encounter in
"the sound of flesh becoming brittle
cracking like paint on an old wall..."
I like the way you visualise. You're good at dreams.
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Re: charred flesh
(User Rating: 1 ) by Pyrofungus on
Tuesday, 23rd November 2004 @ 01:24:55 PM AEST (User
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wow...that was...wow...i'm kinda speechless!
please comment on my work too
summer |
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