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A thousand arrows pierce through:
My words won't dance
nor will they sleep or hide.
A thousand screams echo through:
I won't cry, I won't cry, I won't cry;
my hands won't tremble, the drums won't die.
I was never real thus I can't be erased;
the words I utter will in dreams remain.
His teeth oblivious to my heart running down;
my deaths are as glorious as the days I am born.
Spring has come to taunt me once more,
by the ankle I dangle over the city wall.
A thousand kisses flow through;
my knees are weak, feverish my thoughts.
The empty rooms turn into cellars so dark;
I don't even remember if I were ever loved.
2011-04-18
My words won't dance
nor will they sleep or hide.
A thousand screams echo through:
I won't cry, I won't cry, I won't cry;
my hands won't tremble, the drums won't die.
I was never real thus I can't be erased;
the words I utter will in dreams remain.
His teeth oblivious to my heart running down;
my deaths are as glorious as the days I am born.
Spring has come to taunt me once more,
by the ankle I dangle over the city wall.
A thousand kisses flow through;
my knees are weak, feverish my thoughts.
The empty rooms turn into cellars so dark;
I don't even remember if I were ever loved.
2011-04-18
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Wow, this was really eerie (not to mention slightly depressing) but I really liked it. The loose rhyme scheme worked very well here, giving the poem structure, without limiting it too much. Excellent job! 