April 11, 2012
By ShadowLily SILVER, Somewhere, Other
ShadowLily SILVER, Somewhere, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Gustav Mahler: If a musician could say what he needed to say in words, he would not bother trying to say it in music.
Bumper Sticker: Just because you are paranoid it does not mean they are not out to get you.

I open my eyes
To thousands of bodies,
Limp arms and pale faces
With eyes like round stones.

I shudder, not scream,
Stare down at the corpses.
But how did I get here?
I cannot recall.

I walk on their chests,
their heads and their stomachs,
Which come with some noises
I'd like to forget.

I stare and I think,
Oh, why did this happen?!
Just so many bodies;
Oh, now I might retch.

I look at my hands,
They're blood-smeared and drying.
I went and I killed them,
I'm holding the knife.

I let out a shreik.
Oh, how could I do this?
I see my own body,
And out goes the light.

The author's comments:
I was assigned to make a Poe-esque poem for English and I made this one. I just decided that I would put it on here because I like it. :)

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on Apr. 17 2012 at 9:08 pm
Chocolateluver BRONZE, West Jordan, Utah
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wow....creepy.. XP haha nice job! Please read one of my stories that's called "My First Time Delivering Pizza to a Murderer" and comment!! thanks! XD


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