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Sparkling Rust (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Drifting in the mental ocean... my nerve universe, thoughts spinning, going back to the beginning of my life. Vhs tape called memory is rewound back at high speed. My inner soul bleeds from the images flashing, like an old film. Cold metal sparkles from a rusted switch blade thrusted deep into flesh. Cut veins pour a stream of hot blood onto the floor... The last image of my brother twenty-nine and gone forever.

Caducus 14-Aug-03/1:51 AM
Actually its quite hard but i think maybe' Drifting' but as I've read the last but 3rd stanza again I can see where you got the title from, just remember the main point of the poem is death, so keep the title real.

Drifting
Taken
or even The Crossing something like those.




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