Oh my chains are breaking.
All my sweat runs dry.
Oh my chains are breaking.
I just don't know why.
Take me down to the river.
Hollow out these eyes.
Take me down to the river.
Drown me in these lies.
Sew my mouth shut.
Bind my bones together.
Sew my mouth shut.
Silence me forever.
Bury me with my money.
The prize is too grand.
Bury me with my money.
Right beneath the sand.
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Author:
Noah (
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Horror mystery..... sets the scene for a damn good film.... i see swamps and gators....... and ....
Maybe one day, who knows lol
I like this whole poem. The first quatrain to me sounds like a soul anticipating release or freedom, feeling nervous. The second quatrain shows me anguish. The third of disparity, and the best is the climax at the end. A great cliffhanger. Great piece, Noah.
Thank you. Especially for the time put in for such a thoughtful response
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