Stop

by ashleeey   Feb 19, 2007


Crying softly,
Getting louder.
Hearing footsteps,
Never cowar.

Blody wounds,
I'm on the floor.
Unspeakable pain,
Bruises sore.

Flying objects,
Words of sin.
Screaming rage,
Lights dim.

Beating fists,
Never stop.
Electric fear,
Ears pop.

Slowly crawling,
Silent shouts.
Nobody's there,
Reaching out.

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  • 17 years ago

    by geeeeee

    I dont think you should of put more in it. It was short, yet sharp and I liked it that way.
    :]

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    Bonnie
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