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Dance of Death

Blood shot eyes. A million failed tries. Death is impossible. Only I am responsible. They are going to isolate me. Dark room I cant see. I've gone crazy in my mind. Everyone I know has left me behind. I give up. I'll just shut up. Silence is bliss. My razor gives me a single kiss. Deep and long. Me and my razor dance to a song. We zigged and we zagged. My razor is slowly being dragged. I take my last and final breathe. As we finish our dance of death.

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Sammie Bagley

Date: 10/22/2011 9:41:00 AM

a good poem liked the way you ended it

Edward Ebbs

Date: 10/22/2011 9:26:00 AM

Nice write...When we look for life without any storms, one should look to the trees. Trees that weather the storms have stronger roots. An example would be my parent's tree farm. When they cut the trees that have been exposed and leave other trees exposed to the weather, those trees blow over at the first storm. ~ Peace