The Dark, by little_irish_rose
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You've picked on me,
for the last time.
Now I commit,
a most grusome crime.
I slice your wrists,
and give you neck a gentle twist.
I burn you with,
a cigarette's head.
And watch the ashes turn to red.
In the darkness,
I hear you cry.
But you screams slowly fade,
as you die....
This poem is by my little brother William (10) and myself. |
| Posted: 2005-08-06 08:11:24 UTC |
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| 2005-09-18 19:38:23 | hidden |
| you make the pain rhyme, i like that. |
| 2005-09-19 01:29:08 | little_irish_rose |
| thanx.... my little brother did most of it, but i helped him out with some.... he's a really talented poet.... atleast i think so.... |
| 2005-09-23 22:04:13 | hidden |
| He is, well done to him i say. I was still reading childrens book (I was a slow learner, it only in puberty that i have really caught up) when i was ten. he is talented |