melodrama
Wed, 10 Sep 2008 at 04:08pm
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There was
A spot
On the creamy carpet
A disturbing shade
Of rusty red
I mistook for blood
On kneeling
It darkened
I saw
Emptiness
The icy claws
Fear
Settled at the base of my neck
And in the abyss
To witness my transgression
Was the
Eye
Shooting tentacles of despair
Into my heart
And out of my mouth
In sharp wavelengths
“Naïve.”
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I like this. Definitely an enthralling piece. But I really wanted to comment to say I approve of your icon. Scary Go Round for the win!