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by klassickat Dec 4, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
A child colors a picture Using the crayons mother bought But what used to be pastel colors Are now blackened by his thoughts A child views electrical violence As he stares into a frame Mother forgot to tell him It was fake, just a game A child drinks his poison Staring into the bottle with hate Sitting back and looking up As his mind begins to alternate A child dies quite slowly Death was what he sought He leaves thinking of pastel colors In the crayons mother bought
by Esther Wathen
This poem is amazing. i really like ur writing style
by James
This was very sad but good I had tears in my eyes you so rock writting poems keep up the excellent work :) lov James
by Esther
Dis poem rocks!! tiz so sad i nearly cried cos it is so real!!
