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Cold Spiral (Free verse) by emeraldskies

Frigid sleekness gripped Between white enamel rows The steel grits into my teeth Bringing a touching pain I haven't felt in a long time Why have I started now, When I know all is lost? The knife in my mouth Is like the gun in my hand... Aching to get on with it. The END... What longing and beauty Of a maroon redness Unparalelled by serenity, Spawned from insanity. The remnants of my mind Are lost upon me finally... I take the steel blade, Working it naturally, easily... Then the gun finishes it As I slide to the floor.

horus8 9-Jul-03/2:13 AM
I wanted too let you know, that I didn't think your poetry was totally hopeless earlier, (it is frightfully young and sensitive) but I would be willing to teach you, some will warn you not to trust me (because they will be jealous),and because I am Grendal, I am offering you this opportunity because I went and read a bit about you on your home page and we have some of the same interests. I also would rather see you have a passion for writing and living rather than feeling resentful of who you are or how you percieve the world around you. I found that you were interesting and would be willing to have you as my apprentice.




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