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Executioner's Table
by Kiara_Mari3
written on November 05, 2009 8:34 PM
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Anger running through my veins like poison on an executioner's table

Pain engulfing my entire body like flames
A single spark and the entire is incinerated

Depression deep in my soul like rocks and sand on the ocean floor
Individually it amounts to a miniscule amount, but combined it takes over the very being of the flowing entity's end

Emotion takes over and all else falls
As I feel my body losing its fight I feel my soul's pain take flight
As everything grows numb i see the dripping of my blood surpassing the luster on my knife, and thats how we get here
A combination of anger, pain and sorrow creates fear and maybe i won't make it 'til tomorrow
And i realize I am the executioner on my own table and the pain is from the poison of depression running through my veins, individually I can handle my emotions,
Until they combine and conqure, taking over the very being of my exsistence



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_quietgirl_: its was great. i can get yoiur feelings, and i loved the analogies.
on November 06, 2009 12:25 AM
OurDaysofGrace: I loved this so much! it spoke to me =)
on November 05, 2009 10:15 PM
that_scene_girl: I love this poem. Not many captivate me like this. Nice job.
on November 05, 2009 9:52 PM
suffer_in_silence: very powerful and good expressoin of emotions, great line about being your own executioner <3
on November 05, 2009 9:14 PM


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