My Five Sences

by Boy Turned into Man   Nov 29, 2007


I see the bloody remains of my body.

I feel the cold rustey dagger still in my throat.

I hear the horrid screams of my parents.

I taste the blood upon my tongue.

I smell the fear in the hearts of many.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Boundless

    I dont get it. i know theres death. in there but not enough info.

  • 16 years ago

    by fallenforever

    Written extremly well love it.

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