By Itself

by Poetvoices   Nov 4, 2006


Tortured homes,
chains and bones.

Blood and madness,
resulting in sadness.

Bindings and shackles,
evil cackles.

Scratching and biting.
THEY're constantly fighting.

Flesh and broken pieces rot
in the midst of THEM we're caught.

The tales are stored always on a shelf,
but nothing moves BY ITSELF!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ruthie

    *chuckles* ay. that I did. guess wat? 2morrow is my last day at school EVERRRRRRRRRRRR! WHOOOOOOOO!!! *grins* love you sis. keep up the good work. it kinda creeped me out tho ha ha

    *hugs*

    ruthie xoxo

  • 17 years ago

    by Cody

    Creepy and strange... I love it and the rhyme scheme was nice and simple and worked perfectly

  • 17 years ago

    by manic moments

    Creepy. I like it. Short, sweet, and morbid. Perfect.

    Love Niquee

  • 17 years ago

    by David b

    Nice

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