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*AFTER THE TRAIN HAD GONE*
As close to life as death could be she lay.
A sullen fragrance of afterness enveloped her disappearing core.
I listened to hell's voices scream and wail.....
They knew only of the end and the moment of conclusion.
Branches from unholy boughs tapped her tender flesh -
Hard fingers touching and testing - sinister seekers of blood and gut.
With eyes drained of tears, we dreamed of the blue sky before it turned black:
She had put the bottle to her mouth, something she had never dared to do before.
Just thirteen summers old, and now the chill afternoon breeze stiffened her blood-soaked golden hair.
Beside the bridge, against the rails, her crumpled body roared with the silent terror of the last scream.
As close to life as death could be she lay.
A sullen fragrance of afterness enveloped her disappearing core.
I listened to hell's voices scream and wail.....
They knew only of the end and the moment of conclusion.
Branches from unholy boughs tapped her tender flesh -
Hard fingers touching and testing - sinister seekers of blood and gut.
With eyes drained of tears, we dreamed of the blue sky before it turned black:
She had put the bottle to her mouth, something she had never dared to do before.
Just thirteen summers old, and now the chill afternoon breeze stiffened her blood-soaked golden hair.
Beside the bridge, against the rails, her crumpled body roared with the silent terror of the last scream.
Well thats really brightened up my day, good poem though.
good poem i like it
That's a really dark and sad poem. I liked it.
Does the Advertising Standards Authority know about you?
Well they both certainly cheered my day up!
*AFTER THE TRAIN HAD GONE*
As close to life as death could be she lay.
A sullen fragrance of afterness enveloped her disappearing core.
I listened to hell's voices scream and wail.....
They knew only of the end and the moment of conclusion.
Branches from unholy boughs tapped her tender flesh -
Hard fingers touching and testing - sinister seekers of blood and gut.
With eyes drained of tears, we dreamed of the blue sky before it turned black:
She had put the bottle to her mouth, something she had never dared to do before.
Just thirteen summers old, and now the chill afternoon breeze stiffened her blood-soaked golden hair.
Beside the bridge, against the rails, her crumpled body roared with the silent terror of the last scream.
As close to life as death could be she lay.
A sullen fragrance of afterness enveloped her disappearing core.
I listened to hell's voices scream and wail.....
They knew only of the end and the moment of conclusion.
Branches from unholy boughs tapped her tender flesh -
Hard fingers touching and testing - sinister seekers of blood and gut.
With eyes drained of tears, we dreamed of the blue sky before it turned black:
She had put the bottle to her mouth, something she had never dared to do before.
Just thirteen summers old, and now the chill afternoon breeze stiffened her blood-soaked golden hair.
Beside the bridge, against the rails, her crumpled body roared with the silent terror of the last scream.