Follower Until Death

by Koriey Korrupted   Dec 19, 2005


The brink of damnation is upon us.
But yet to our little clicks we permanently cleave.They drag you down and gut you until your dead.But still they do not run.My fire is high,the winds are low,and yet again they cleave,throwing my overcast away and calling it jealousy.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Your poem is very deep, and very real. I give it 5/5. Keep up the good work, and tHanks for the comments

  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Yo i get this one after the 10 time
    reading it < im a little slow> lol
    love it

  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Your poems are out there . out there im a good way. 5/5 check out the one
    i wrote today. it call Iam your disease
    i really like to hear what you think.
    i wish i could write like you. you are one of a kind. like bleeding mascara i agree you need some professional help. lol cy

  • 18 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    I luv the words u use, just from this short poem, I can tell u r totally different than others, u feel that way 2 don't u?

  • 18 years ago

    by Bleeding Mascara

    Wow good stuff but u may need profesional treatment

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