Hiccups Of Doom!

Out bursting jolts of anguish tear my soul,
And rip my happiness into pieces.
Each hiccup,
A drop of sorrow.
Each gasp,
Amplifies the crys of hatred and despair.
No longer will the elixir of water cure my torment.
No longer does the sun rise to my ghost.

by EmoPoetry
posted on 04/29/2008