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[bodytext] => Only so quickly slowly fading away Clearly it unclearly flew in the darkness away Ripping it apart quickly to get to the blood Torn apart she was crying like it was a flood Screaming inside, crying in fear So quietly painful, but she shed not a tear The blue flame killing her, starting inside Only saving the madness she had to hide So tired she didn’t pray to be saved once more She had been tortured in life, nothing for Screams fade in her ear only to forget Pounding on her and a deathly threat The blood flowed out wet and red Only so she could pretend she was dead A rape of her mind stripping her heart Screaming inside as she’s torn apart Letting her soul fade behind once tender eyes The color of green fades as she silently cries Whispers softly come out hard to be heard Only silent ears could not hear the absurd “I can live on dead, please take my heart away I don’t wish to be or ever feel this way” Only a small whisper could be heard as she died Stabs so quick in her heart as she cried Lying there spirits float through her door Only coming to seek something no more The whisper still lingered from mouth to air To join them or not the spirits not care Only as she wished her heart disappeared The spirits stared neither happy nor feared Only so dead faded red so deep Slowly white hands slip over to creep Only as true as something she didnt have Not breathing a word that hasn’t ever been had So bright a spirit would only glimpse at her soul Only shining in hunger to fill a heart not full And starving she craves still to be none The spirits drift silently and leave her as one Her spirit fades clear no longer there A mother runs in the spirits not care Only a small tear fell as she heard her whisper A mother cried bloody tears from the years she’d miss her Screaming in her own heart, ripping her flesh She hugged her lifeless daughter blood plastered on fresh Zooming out quickly it matters not to the spirits For not another soul to be would hear it “I can only live on dead” a heart to be shattered And a life once here never truly had mattered [comments] => 0 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 31 [informant] => hardrocker15198916 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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