Waste breath on a laugh for it may be ur last

by The cold pain rises from the depths of damnation   May 21, 2007


The wind blowed,
the ground quaked,
with each step came her fate,
she laughed and she giggled,
untill the moment she watched her own blood seep of the cicle.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Anthony smith

    I like it. It's short, but interesting. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    I'm sorry dear, but this poem made me crack up. I am like, in stitches right now, and no offfense dear... it's just, not... Dark. For making me laugh so hard, this gets a 5

    5/5
    ~Stephen White