Severed

From this abyss I yell to him, as he continues to walk the other way. I tell him to turn and face me, as he continues to walk the other way. Our pool of blood deepens, as he continues to walk the other way. In our last moments I cry to him, yet he continues to walk the other way.

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Indrid Cold
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Joined: 10/19/2009

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339