Ghost

by Marta   Feb 11, 2004


My silent tears, they drip,
Silence, you can hear skin rip,
Bloody arms, stained bright red,
Nowhere, is where I'm led.
Blackness, pitch dark,
I shall leave my mark.
Scars of shame, myself to blame
Dreadful day, painful hit,
Alone, is where I sit.
Silence, is what I hear,
Voices, is what I fear,
Heartaches, are what I feel
Cold ground, it's where I'll kneel
Wet stone, upon my grave,
Where my name was craved.
Nothing, I talk about most,
I am nothing, but a ghost.

-Comments would be nice.

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  • 21 years ago

    by Marta

    well thanx for your comment, and i'll go with your advice and see if it helps me out! Well thanx a million! =D

  • 21 years ago

    by Marta

    Thanx! =D

  • 21 years ago

    by Marta

    Its all cleared up now. But thanks for the comment anyways?

  • 21 years ago

    by jennifer

    i really dont see how the endings are the same. it isnt uncommon for two people to have the same idea. you two gals are really talented soo why dont you stop worring about others stillin your work and just keep writing?

  • 21 years ago

    by Marta

    Thank you, but I am not jealous. I would just like other people to stop taking MY WORK, and putting into theirs..

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