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Sore Throat
I'm clutching my throat
no chance for a scream for help
Something doused it in gasoline
and it light the match of Hell
Some sort of demon
with a thousand sharp piercing claws
It trying to climb out
I can feel it all
My bleeding hoarse screams
as the infection plagues me
Help me, I'm dying
please, oh please.
no chance for a scream for help
Something doused it in gasoline
and it light the match of Hell
Some sort of demon
with a thousand sharp piercing claws
It trying to climb out
I can feel it all
My bleeding hoarse screams
as the infection plagues me
Help me, I'm dying
please, oh please.
Published 22nd Aug 2012
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22nd Aug 2012 6:45am
Wow, I loved the emotion in this poem. Haven't been on in over a month and yours is the first one I read, feels good to be back in the land of good poetry. :) Speaking of which, I just added a new poem, first one in months. Feel free to add some feed-back for me?
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10th Sep 2012 10:42pm
wow...this actually made me feel like my throat was burning...i love it..good job
10th Sep 2012 10:55pm
