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When Horrible Memories Come To Life

Feeling like my soul was ripped out of my body
Nothing left for me, or you
You struck me hard and knocked me out
Taking everything once good now bad
How could you have done such things to me?
Thoughts in my head of bad memories
The thoughts I want erased of what horrible things you've done to me
I never thought once in my life that you would committed to such things
Mind, soul, body nothing left
All is gone, there is no point in living
When it comes to this point in one's life all hope is gone
But look what you've done
How many people have you done such things to
How many have you killed after they believed you
In so many wrong ideas have come to mind
But I can't get the thought of everything you once told me out of my skull
No matter what I do to make the pain vanish your still there
As a vision, everytime I turn around you seem to be standing there and watching me
It feels like your always following me like a stalker
Why can't you just take a hint and not bother me anymore
The pain grows bigger and bigger everytime I see just the smallest bit of your body
You try to hide from my eyes so that I won't see you there but I know your always there
You think that I don't know that you following me but I do
My friends tell me your not real
They tell me I'm going crazy
I tell them you made me this way and they ask who
Do you mean to tell me I'm the only one who sees you
If so why can't you bug someone else for once
Let me get on with my life
I want to forget all of my horrible memories that are following me
So all you horrible memories fly away and never come back again

Please tell me what you think

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  • Vinca
    May 1, 2007

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    Nice.

    I can really relate to this in a sense, I relate more to the begining but still a very powerful poem, Great job!
    (It's awsome to see another death metal lover!!! ^^ )

    language: 4, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


  • deathlypoet700
    February 28, 2007

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    To me my own poem sounded like someone was bugging me but at the end you come to find out that no one was really bugging me. It was something. I hope you will like this one