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Walking Wounds

I taste blood,
Thick in the aftermath,
The death of your humanity.
The harshness of reality and my blinding
Hatred of your half-truths,
And ever so fake smiles,
Leaves me thirsting for more.
You cannot suffer enough for the
Wounds that walk with me,
Ingrained in flesh and memory.


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  • SorrowWithoutWords
    January 7, 2007
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    whoa...deep!
    You cannot suffer enough for the
    Wounds that walk with me,
    Ingrained in flesh and memory.
    Thats crazy! awesome write you've got here! almost vampiric. it reminds me quite a bit of vampires especially in the first line! great write...this is awesome!
    ~Sorrow~

  • January 5, 2007
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    Good, very good. I enjoyed this a lot. Short, but cutting, as I asked for. Thank you very much for entering - and adhering to - the contest.