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"Beating the Storm" by Invader Lyn

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her neck snapped to the rhythm of the rope
her life etched in patterns around her throat
finally she started to choke
to spite the words she never spoke

seemingly what she thought should admire
she found her heart to be a liar
there was nothing left of her entire
as she sliced clean through her broken wire

murder was the case
that she breathed through the lace
and as the wolf took chase
it burned off her face



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On Monday August 9th, 2004, DoctorAsh (503) writes:
A very well displayed persona metaphor factory prodution sheet piece. If i were into [collecting] poems or purchasing them - this would be one i would tuck into a box. Wonderful type [D&A]


On Saturday August 7th, 2004, Lifeless (59) writes:
At first I thought the rhyme was forced but I was wrong. It’s more complex. The piece was well written and (I concur) disturbing. I enjoyed this a lot.


On Monday July 19th, 2004, Twilight (2084) writes:
kinda disturbing. which makes this piece interesting. the deeper images. the closer looks. good picture here sara.


On Tuesday July 13th, 2004, NikesRain (1420) writes:
...damn is right, horrific and thoroughly engaging. Nice job.


On Monday July 12th, 2004, suicideseason (2103) writes:
_god damn...what an ending...nightmarish,indeed.i love it.:)


On Sunday July 11th, 2004, Seraphic (289) writes:
the second stanza is my favorite, the whole piece has a nightmarish feel to it. I like it :) *~seraph~*


On Sunday July 11th, 2004, Dancing_Monkey (1761) writes:
the first part kinda ruled.. cous this have been writen tons of times, but for once I loved it.. maybe listening to tool made a difrence.. who knows..


On Sunday July 11th, 2004, Anth (1571) writes:
this is cool a feeling of being chased by something you cant outrun,great flow to this , excellent


On Sunday July 11th, 2004, Endifference (258) writes:
Brutal, tied in lace, run through fields of flowers painted lightly by the blood of children. Least that's what this made me think of. -END-



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