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Wait,
Don’t move,
Stay.
The moon shines red tonight,
The lightning breaks through the shadows,
Run.
The ground is stained,
The night is young,
Scream.
Will he move?
Will he strike you down?
Flee.
Stop,
That noise,
Fall.
Hide under the ruin,
Hide from the rain,
Move.
What a strange dream,
What a bloody nightmare,
Think.
Don’t trip yet,
Don’t give up,
Bleed.
Haste,
The screams,
Dead.
- Title: Dead Beat
- Artist: Trancre
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Description:
An experimental bit of poetry. Meh thought I’d try it out here since no one views my poems of D-art. Please give me your opinon this is an experimental bit of poetry and not my normal style.
Enjoy. - Date: 12/02/2008
- Tags: dead death hide nightmare experimental
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