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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:05 am
The screams...they break me like stones upon a glass window shattering into thousands of tiny little peices, all fluttering down into the blackness of the heart that is mine; into void that is blackness, dissaperaing into the forgotton deathwish of night in Lucifer's command bringing back bits and peices of voices that call out for help, but recive nothing but empty hands, because they are the unfortanante, fearing death, fearing what they have become, showering others in their fear, never letting go of the past; they will always be remembers as the tiny little peices of shatterd glass that came from the stone of screams.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:52 pm
Oh wow, that's actually pretty good. I just love how you put all the words together, and the contrast. You put such a morbid thing into such graceful writing.
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