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[Altered_Soul9]

She walks through the crowd.
The faceless beauty wth no heart inside
And not an ounce of pride to hide.
She knows all your names
And all the secrets to your games within.
Played by the dying men.

You see her kneeling down.
Her heart beside her dead from the ware.
The pale eyes start to stare
Deep within you mind.
Killing everything left untold.
The dying men all turn cold.

Free her from her fetters
Make her feel loved.

Never forget the faces.....
Never forget the traces of the.......
DYING MEN.

 

[RareForm]

I liked this one, definitely different from your others, but sometimes it's good to be different.

 

[cherub]

A moving piece that strikes a bit of saddness, yes different from your others style but well written none the less.

 

[Pantomime7]

Great write. Different yet strangely familiar. Although short, the precise imagery leaves indeliable stains upon my mind......The death of the dying men