Last Waking Moments

by SethM   Oct 25, 2005


The scythe it cuts
The scythe skillfully moves
Through flesh
Down, down
To the very core

Slicing like a hot knife
Through butter
It does not shiver
Does not catch
It simply cries grinding, grinding ever so softly

Street light do not shine
Lights in windows,
Gone for the night
The scent unexplainable
Cold pavement warmed by fresh blood

Scythe now leaves
Mangled and open
Entrails lay by side
Drifting slowly toward darkness
Ne’re to return

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  • 19 years ago

    by Clare

    Wow..thats reallllllly good..and thank you for the comment..and i must say..i know what your friend is going through..and its not fun :(

  • 19 years ago

    by [She.Falls.Asleep]

    'Down, down
    To the very core'

    'It simply cries grinding, grinding ever so softly'

    I really like these two bits and the way you repeat the words works really well. I like it. It's well written.

    Take Care, Elle xx

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