Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark
imagination is crazy, and in the dark people make up all kinds of things. i wrote this in one of my old study halls when i was bored.
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- Posted on 12/20/09
in Poems about Teen Life
Her bones danced underneath her skin.
Her drunkin heart was unzipped & spread across the floor. Her last breath was taken before the first.
Her eyes saw the other side of the dark, screaming w/ no lips.
Her pale skin turned to grey, as she closed her eyes, ...
Her bones danced underneath her skin.
Her drunkin heart was unzipped & spread across the floor. Her last breath was taken before the first.
Her eyes saw the other side of the dark, screaming w/ no lips.
Her pale skin turned to grey, as she closed her eyes,
now there, she lays.
Her grave was an open wound,
a hungry child waiting for food.
The wizards stood to watch, for their magic was gone.
The liers ran to weep, for their lies have spoken the truth,
and the dreams split to find new thoughts, for they are broken in two.
Her head siezed beneathe her skull.
Two hands to tear her apart.
A red pen drew on the wall "fail, & ill take your heart." Down the steps went the armered trole to slay the already slayed.
And up the stairs went the last soul,
to run away from the grave.
She grabbed her sword and walked into the night.
It was the beginning of the fight.
She danced across the battle field in hope that she'll survive.
The light that came from within her eyes faintly disapeared.
Her arm is tossed to a near by wall as the switch starts to flip.
It turns the window inside out,
and light filld the empty space.
Her eyes gazed around the chamber,
for she was in her own room.
And happiness grew amongst her heart...
Just don't be afraid of the dark.
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