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Army of Skeletons
She told me she loves me
She said she still loves him
As much as I tried to ignore her
The words crept under my skin
I was trapped into complacency
A small creature frozen in her sight
So I went away as far as I could
To accept that I was not right
But she couldn't be satisfied
She had to hold me and track me down
She parted her hair and an army of lice came forth
Devouring the flesh of everyone around me
Now stripped bare
She had an army of skeletons at her disposal
Waving a hand, she called them to arms
To crush me and cut open my neck
But they did nothing
For they were just a pile of bones
With no other means left
She said "I love you" one last time
It used to always hurt me when I thought it was a shield
But now I know that it's a sword
. . .now I know that it's a sword. . .
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Comment by: GrkGrl - 2006-12-16 18:24
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yeah yeah...i dug this
would love to hear the music you joined it with...
anyway, thanks for the read....gg |
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Comment by: fredav - 2006-12-13 07:23
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| the mood and tone changed from the first to the second stanza. it seemed slightly odd but somehow, it fit. yeah, i know, it sounds weird. the change did this piece good. |
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Comment by: jakemac - 2006-11-02 23:15
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| wow man, tripped me out buddy, i don't understand why you went any of the directions you did, but that just made it man, dig i do |
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Comment by: - 2006-10-17 13:19
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| What a powerful last line that is, and an overall likable song. I believe it makes sense according to the context of the rest of the story alone, and I appreciate that parallel. I like it; it's very experimental. You're true to your label :) |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-28 10:47
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| I read it like a song not a poem and very much enjoyed it. You repeat about her loving you and that it is not the good kind of love, but the kind of love that only destroys. I look forward to reading more. |
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