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markfelician

Fidgety dancing
 1
to the tempo of your ironclad vibrato,
 2
I sweat and trembled,
 3
Universe decompressed.
 4
 
 
I was a boy.
 5
You were the monster.
 6
 
 
Your curses scratched the core of my being,
 7
My bruises never healed.
 8
 
 
You never allowed me to cry,
 9
And I tried my best not to.
 10
But it did fell one day, it was the day you called me a fag.
 11
 
 
I will never surpass
 12
nor level with my sister's accomplishments.
 13
I will never make you proud,
 14
so I stopped and died trying.
 15
 
 
Your shadow gawks upon me in this room, your voice reverberate like rain water.
 16
 
 
Why in this world
 17
you still haunt me dad?
 18
 
 
And I thought ending my life would rid me of you.
 19
 
 
I was wrong, I guess ghosts can scream as well.
 20

9 Jul 08

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Comments:

eerie in a very nice way.

i hate saying this but check |11 for grammar;
also, the verbs in |3 should be in the past tense.
how 'bout "scratched " instead of "etched" in |7.

nice concept.
true to life?
: )
 — fractalcore

true to life? i don't think so. i wouldn't admit if it is :)
 — markfelician

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