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[bodytext] => Flames grow in the vision of my eyes While I stretch my fingertips to grab hold So early you saw through my disguise Before I could tightly grasp your soul I tried to pull you into the relms of hell So you could finally understand My plan failed because you knew all too well And you could sense the fiery land The flames licked your face as you tried to speak But you moved your lips and there was no sound I was listening for the silent noise so faint and weak Then finally your words were found They were of distress and pain As I tightened the ropes around your wrists You said that it was all in vain then I kicked you making you squirm and twist I almost had you beat when you started to fight back First it was resistance minutly small Then you threw punches making my vision black And you kept hitting until you saw me fall My breath slowed as I laid on the ground As a cold sweat swept over my face You knew I was gone once I was down And that this was my final resting place You stayed by my side and held my hand Until it seemed I would take my last breath You knew all along my soul had been damned And hoped that I would conquer death The binding strings were cut when I died Releasing my from these unearthly sins My gaze met yours then I silently cried As I found my true self within. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 13 [informant] => shatteredreflection [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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