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"Where Demons Play (Extended)" by Whisper

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The shadows surround me
and take me away
to a place in the darkness
where the demons play
they give me hope
and tell me lies
pulling the covers over my eyes
they play me, betray me
and still I laugh
feeling every ounce of the devils wrath
my mind is broken
and dreams are gone
I wish someone would
tell me what's going on
I don't deserve this
I know it's true
I tried to stop it
but what could I do
I was ripped and torn
like a fucking rag-doll
holding myself and
curling into a ball
my tears flow freely
as do my sobs
as the shadows race towards me
like an angry mob
grinning and snarling
like a pack of beasts
racing towards a long awaited feast



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On Friday July 4th, 2008, Nadir (631) writes:
flawless rhyme. maybe "a fucking rag-doll" and "a ball" is a weak point but it depends .. would have to hear you say it. It is all in the mouth lalala--hrhr. It is, fuck silent black and white dp poetry. This is not either. Thank you for this free and somewhat safe journey.


On Tuesday February 26th, 2008, silent circus (400) writes:
.m......this reminds me of,,,,,a movie,i dont know what fucking movie it is,,,but, i can picture it..you did awesome,,,,good write


On Friday August 31st, 2007, MindRape (902) writes:
liked this...and every comment means something. Thank you for the ones you left me


On Monday June 25th, 2007, An Expired Member (50) writes:
I like this. I like the flow and the words you used. I agree though, I didn't want it to end there.


On Tuesday April 3rd, 2007, unspeakable truth (154) writes:
I "dig it" ;) how it is as well... There is something with the end, in my head makes me want to know if you allowed the feast to begin.


On Tuesday April 3rd, 2007, Spiked Tongue (33) writes:
I dig it how it is - This is totally how I write, and I know how you feel to - RC



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