The darkness draws in,
Wrapping close around.
The scars break through my skin,
As the music drowns me out.
The petals of the flower fall,
Circling my bloodstained tears.
I hear the voices start to call,
Egging on my fears.
The black rose crumbles into dust,
The clear water turns a crimson red.
My pain is what he lusts,
And his fire I have fed.
His eyes the deepest black,
And his face, a chiseled mess.
He charges in for the attack,
And at last, I confess.
An onslaught of emotion,
I portray my deepest fear.
Spill my hearts erosion,
Every word, smile, and tear.
I take him to my hell,
Play my living death.
Giving all I had to tell,
I show him nothing less.
I feed on his inner soul,
He trembles in my grasp.
I show him the deep cold,
That has kept me is his clasp.
It's finally his turn,
To feel the pain dwell within.
In the flames, he will burn,
It''s not long, he's wearing thin.
His bones turn into dust,
His soul turns into mist.
No longer will he lust,
He has felt loves fatal kiss...
Author notes
Newest poem.. I know its been a while since I have posted anything.. But enjoy!
A contest entry
- The Demon Inside by fromzerotonothing.
450 points, ended January 7, 2007, 29 entries
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Comments
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i really like this... and i really like the rhyme... great job!!!!!
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dang..this is a good peom, i enjoyed reading it. its really deep, the poem speaks for itself! keep it up, take care
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