martes, 4 de agosto de 2009

Unstopable hands




In a sheet of paper, I wrote


I wrote my last words, beacuse i can´t say them


I feel my mouth covered by invisible hands


Those hands are taking me away


Laying in a bed


The depression grows in the room


Those hands are crossing my body and I can´t react


What i can do?


I´m still writing with crooked words


The sound of a broken clock, The time had come


I didn´t finish but the pain had already licked my hand


In a cold and lonely death, I cry

1 comentario:

  1. nice work!
    i really enjoy this one.
    i like the metaphors you used n_n.

    xoxo

    Kikyou ~

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