The End

A new poem. hope you like!

In a dirty little room
With a littered brown floor
Over in the corner
Hanging by the door

A pretty blonde girl
With deadened blue eyes
Swings from the ceiling
Destroyed by her lies

The foul stench of death
Hangs in the air
Don't forget the crimson
Flecked through her hair

I was saving them the trouble
But a new problem begins
Starting with the night
The Liar met her end

Reviews

[Lesley]

reading this i was so surprised....its that amazing it's tragic and sad and just
wow thats really it. when i read something this good i shudder and wonder
if the woeld would ever be the same, as lame as that sounds

[charleybear]

Reading this made me feel sick, and as strange as it sounds thats fantastic. Poems that draw out strong emotions in me are wonderful. Keep writing i cant wait to read more.

charleybear
x

[Ally Baker]

this is a great write! it has a very easy flow to it, you should defiantely keep writing, ur great

[Eagle Cruagh]

Dramatic is right !

Traumatic, devastating, dramatizing the sickness
endemic in the land.

Very well done, not a happy story, but done by a
gifted writer, the talent shines through.

My Favorite !
My rating is 100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Last Lying Look]

oohhhh.
I know how this is.
Feeling like everyone wants you dead for all the trouble you've cause so you decide to save them the trouble.
[i've never decided to save them the trouble... obviously :P.]
This is a sad piece but I really liked it.
Excellent job!