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[aid] => mick
[title] => Overpowering Black Death
[time] => 2005-04-26 20:12:53
[hometext] => black death is everywhere
[bodytext] => Walking alone on a concrete street Empty to everyone, all except me The skins of reality hang off every tree Waves in the wind, for all else to see Brutal and bloody, and dripping with hate Knives in the ground, a screeching they make Screams of forgiveness blow on without date A plague of death enclosing the world The burning of skin by the fire within And locks on the doors, guarding our sins No one is id left, streets gleaming with blood Flooded by memories, surrounding us all Remember the pain and the death in this smog It’s invading my mind in this blankness of black Scenes swatching at me, there is no turning back The feeling of pain that these memories bring I hurt as I watch them, pulled on by a string Continuous waiting, waiting to end I had to return, to the road that holds them To explore back in time, you’d think a wondrous thing But when you feel the darkness, as death closes in There is no way but backwards, to travel forward unknown I can’t forget what’s happened, the knife stabbed in my back For it happened too much, too soon to bare I wish never to walk these lonely streets again And see the bloody signs all over again Reality has hit us, now when I look back in time The smog suffocates me slowly, the smog of Black Death Darkness overpowers us, kills what strength there is left [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => spazz911 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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