Poem of the Day 4-12-08

The Poem of the Day honors go to the member "labeaugray". Feel free to leave a comment at the link below.

Candle Homocide

I can feel it licking,
at my finger tip,
the charred flesh,
prepared to rip.

I can feel the urge,
to pull away,
but yet,
my broken flesh remains.

It creeps,
it slithers up my arm,
It cracks and sizzles,
it spreads ands swarms.

I can feel the urge,
to pull away,
but yet,
my broken flesh remains.

The waters warm,
as is my blood,
I left it running,
to cause a flood.

I can feel the urge,
to pull away,
but yet,
my broken flesh remains.

The pain is real,
but not for long,
my body lost,
my body gone.

I can feel the urge,
to pull away,
and now,
whats left are pale remains.

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The Dead Poets Society