Obsessed death

by aaron c s   Nov 11, 2005


I sit here, aimlessly.
Always waiting,
And still receiving,
Nothing.

Laying down, broken.
My blood frozen.
Everyones forgotten.
End.

As foot prints in the sand,
I hold in my hand,
The key to the damned.
Bland.

As I take my last breath,
I must confess,
That I've always obsessed,
Death!

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  • 18 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    I rly enjoyed it nice work! latas read some more of my poems hahha yippeee LISSA p.s. your cool

  • 18 years ago

    by sirius

    This poem is very original, well done.

  • 18 years ago

    by Princess09

    Another good one!! I have realized all of your peoms have been sad so far, try looking at the good, like i said before it will make you so much happier, trust me i know from personal experience!!
    XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
    ~~Sweetie

  • 18 years ago

    by cant sleep

    Ooooooo. i like it! i was a lil confused..but tahts just me! :P WOOT!

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