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clawing through red muddy waters

grasping at pieces of what used to be attached to something


putrid aroma fills my nose


silent shrieks of agony fill my head

cant hide from it 

reaching through empty space

I know what is here

faceless in the dark


groans cut through the silence

it comes 

voice like gravel

mirrored reflection

death has a new face


*This is old, but I love this poem*

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Comment by Wicked Death☭ on June 29, 2011 at 10:23am
That is dark and cold!
Comment by Komrad Lady Sunyak on June 26, 2011 at 5:22pm
You're quite the poet Koma!
Comment by Koma White on June 26, 2011 at 1:08am
Thanks Devine :)

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