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We are the slit wrists
The ropes and the noose
We are lynched
Our guts hanging loose.
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We are the victims
Of rape and abuse
We’re six years old
Yet still we’re seduced.
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We are the old
The fragile, the weak
Yet still we are stabbed
For the coins we did keep.
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We are the women
Who were hit so hard
Our wombs were destroyed
Our emotions were scarred.
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We are the couple
Who were both male
Yet we were shunned
And our love fell stale.
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We are the hurt
The people without hope
Our lives are over
Ours necks are to rope.
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We are the murdered
We are the killed
We are the dead
We are The Chilled.
- by Raziel is mine |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/25/2008 |
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- Title: The Chilled.
- Artist: Raziel is mine
- Description: A poem about the darker parts of life.
- Date: 12/25/2008
- Tags: chilled
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Sensory Screener - 02/05/2010
- It's really good. The writing flows very well.
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- hexcastersasuke - 01/18/2009
- this is amazing good.
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- Toxic_Pinup_ - 12/25/2008
- wow...thats incredible....
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- Deadcant_Closed - 12/25/2008
- This is amazing. It flows so well and overall just a damn good read. Ha. ^^
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- suicide-nightmare_me - 12/25/2008
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Wow I love this.
It makes a LOT of sense.
Aweaome job wink
I think you should add, me or talk sometime.
I think this poem is something everyyyyone would appriceate. - Report As Spam
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