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Friday, November 10, 2006


my poem.
i desided to make a poem after i read a book with people who actualy lived the poems. and i'm sorry i suck at making poems, i don't have that edge.

I can sense it near by, i look for it, but all i see is darkness.

To excape it, i run outside, it follows.

The wind pulls at my hair with invisible fingurs, as i run.

I feel it borring holes into my back, just by looking at me.

Now the fear that i've tryed for so long to cover up, rears its ugly head.

I now try to run faster, but to no avale.

It's cathcing up to me now, i can feel it breathing down my neck.

Too tired from running, i stop, and look behind me.

Instead of darkness, all i see is DEATH.

It has finnaly caught up to me, so i close my eyes, waiting for the worse.

I feel nothing, i snese nothing, i open my eyes, nothings there.

I've managed to avode DEATH, time and time again.

Soon, it will never let me open my eyes to see it disaper.

It will soon finish what has started, and let me rest.

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