A poem I wrote about the crucible character Abigail williams
About poor little old me, the girl everyone was scared to see.
I caused nightmares everywhere I go and monsters that always showed
In the dream world where dreams were supposed to be nice and sweet,
Consumed by the nightmarish creatures who wanted to eat.
I did this dreadful thing because my nature was true that I caused children to
Say bad things and hit nice people like you. But as I lie in my bed known as
The catacombs I still can't find my way home. Surrounded by the demons
That holds my very soul with nothing to hold, I feel lost and all alone in the place I call home.
So without a single word, I go to the ocean clutching the red rose whose thorns pierce my skin, I try to hold all my feelings and bottle them all in.
At least one time I had a true love who loved me through and through, but now my heart has died in the turntable of time and as my soul
Begins to alter... I threw the roses on the crystal water.
Poetry by amber buttrum
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Written on 2005-11-19 at 15:27
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Roses on the crystal water
I ran in the woods scared because nobody cared,About poor little old me, the girl everyone was scared to see.
I caused nightmares everywhere I go and monsters that always showed
In the dream world where dreams were supposed to be nice and sweet,
Consumed by the nightmarish creatures who wanted to eat.
I did this dreadful thing because my nature was true that I caused children to
Say bad things and hit nice people like you. But as I lie in my bed known as
The catacombs I still can't find my way home. Surrounded by the demons
That holds my very soul with nothing to hold, I feel lost and all alone in the place I call home.
So without a single word, I go to the ocean clutching the red rose whose thorns pierce my skin, I try to hold all my feelings and bottle them all in.
At least one time I had a true love who loved me through and through, but now my heart has died in the turntable of time and as my soul
Begins to alter... I threw the roses on the crystal water.
Poetry by amber buttrum
Read 764 times
Written on 2005-11-19 at 15:27
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