Your beauty brings me to my knees
and humbles me,
a servant to the silent passion
that rests upon your tongue.
Sing me your melancholous song.
Dark Angel free me
with the blood that drips from your eyes.
Eyes that reflect the curse
I bear heavy on my shoulders.
Their wicked tongues should soon cease
to strike us to the ground,
but will they ever know the blood is so red?
Their words guide the knives
that bind us to our dead legacy.
The brutality will end
with a devastating defeat.
Will we walk free
with the wind guiding our steps?
Or will our corpses lie hand-in-hand
on the battlefield at daybreak?
Please tell me what you think
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Dark Angel free me
with the blood that drips from your eyes.
Gorgeous tone in taunting the worldly idea of drinking the words inside in. and outside without. -
Thought this a deep write, one with metaphoric overtones that allow one to think about their own life and what it's been like or could be. Sentiments well expressed in these lines - very profound and questioning ending.
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Very Nice
I really liked the way this poem flow3ed with such incredible depth and beauty and it realy is amazing how depe a poem can get no matter what we write about. this is one of the best writes I have read in quite some time. very nice job all round and keep up the good work.
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I love it! When you think about it it says a lot about life, and that reminds me of mine.
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a talent that defies ur age....makes me wish i started earlier
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