Silver WInd Posted August 27, 2007 Report Share Posted August 27, 2007 The Mannequin The sound resounds long after the heart beat stops and knocks Misted lips part in a scream and only silence will make the bell ring On tip-toed breath in shadows one tries to hide so the cold lays its claim Eyes sewn shut sense of touch prevails where fear stimulates at the core With a quickness it comes mercury blood splayed upon the floor And still an oath was spoken each living cell broken shattered bone and flesh Canvas stretched too thin so again dissected this living mannequin So the artist returns to his tortured work another waiting on the hook. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted August 28, 2007 Report Share Posted August 28, 2007 Creepy. Nicely written. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver WInd Posted August 28, 2007 Author Report Share Posted August 28, 2007 Thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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