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[sid] => 87548
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Man of Shadows
[time] => 2005-03-15 16:33:53
[hometext] => Not sure how well the title and poem go together, please comment and tell me. Comments Are Appreciated.
[bodytext] => For anyone who doesn't know, the men in blue are the police. There was a man In a strange black coat Walking down the street that rainy night. Mysterious man he was Black trench coat Seemed sewn of shadows Never did see his face Kept his head down as he walked Staring at his empty shoes Turned a corner Never looked back To see who was following him. Opened a door In a hidden alley Thinking he was alone. But a shadow followed him. Through the dark halls Down steep steps. Into a room Walked the man And his shadow The man turned around A mask on his face To see his little girl. He raised a gun Pulled a trigger Exterminated a child. Little did he know There was another Who knew him despite the mask. He never shot his second follower. She ran out of the room Up the steps Through the halls Out of the alley. Tears streaming down her face She stumbled and tripped without ever quite falling She arrived at her destination And mumbled her story. But the men in blue paid her no mind Went on with their business As if she was just a shadow. When the men in blue wouldn’t listen She had no where to turn Her mind folded in on itself. She collapsed on the floor Breathing dry and heavy Unable to move But able to think. Suddenly she knew Just what needed to be done. She raised herself up, And ran towards the door. Back down that alley, Straight through the halls, Stumbling down the steps, Falling into that room. She caught sight of her daughter, And walked slowly to her. Laying down by her little girl She knew this was how Her life was meant to end. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Live2Die [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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