Author: Angel In Tears
Breathing heavy. Slow movements. Where is the Murderer? Pain felt all over the body. Blood could be tasted. The test has not finished yet. Silence is only heard, but the adrenalin, still pumps through the veins. Hot but freezing cold. Laying here, on some sort off straw, in a damp cellar. Feel like screaming out with this agonising pain, but I better not. The silence will be broken, and the Torturer may return. I rather lay in pain, in silence.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, May 9 2005, 06:35 pm|
Intriguing! I knew this poem was gonna be engrossing when my eye caught the first two words; "Breathing heavy." Angel, I am addicted to 'Reality'! This poem has me so hooked, that NicoDerm CQ can't help me quit! LOL!
Right on, right on! Good job A.I.T!
|Angel in Tears (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, May 9 2005, 08:00 pm|
Lol! Thanks for the giggle =) Wasn't expecting any comments on this piece. Though it might be little bit too intriguing =P, for my writings. But so glad you have commented, and that you have like it! Well, that you got hooked! LOL! Thank you
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