PHQ-Nickname:
Wolfsbane
Halfquake:
The Chamber
Level:
1
Total kills:
64
Birthday:
00th 0000
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| An unnamed poem about glass... |
Description:
This is one of my poems, unknown date...but, still, its happy.
Written: Unknown...2001 maybe... |
I can feel the cold and giant shard of glass.
Gently, ever so gently parting my flesh and the cold runnig through my arm.
The pain seems to fade as smaller shards run through my fae, arms, and legs.
These little pains are torture enough.
But, I dare not scream for fear of "THEM" hearing me.
I watch as shard after shard get dislocated and fall into me.
My leg is pinned by a plank of wood, I dare not move.
I flinch as a piece of glass heads for my eye.
The sudden shift causes the wood to collapse and a giant section of glass to fall through my chest and out the other side.
I scream in pain and not knowing what I am doing.
I stop suddenly and die. |
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