It’s the fear that’s near
In which you can not breathe
A thumping of the heart
Will it ever stop, and then start?
Clinging and clenching
Grinding and gnashing
Of what you fear the most will bring
High voices with chaotic noises
Slipping in and out with the wind
Hanging on thin air
As it brings your haunt and scare
The choirs of Hell
Sings you to sleep
When all you do is dream
Of fire that causes you to weep
Where is your savior?
That you thought you had
As you slip deeper and deeper
Into your disgraceland
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Written March 14th, 2006
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"Where is your savior?
That you thought you had
As you slip deeper and deeper
Into your disgraceland"
Now that sends chills to my bones!
You never cease to amaze me!
Tell me more about this one.
I love it, though I would have called it "Disgraceland"!
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i like this one as well its great
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two thumbs up
That was awsome... I can totally relate... I think people on here should send in more abuse poems... I know that not what this is about but... It's still awsome... -
Amazing
This is a great poem. I love the imagery and the flow. I love everything about it. Just an awesome poem. -
wickid good!
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