Birds singing, sunny day
No anger, no rain
You've got my love, I've got your hand
This won't ever end, and it's just began
The golden bricked road leads on for us
Nothing stopping our happiness
Together we run through the fields
And everything for us yields
Time slows when we hold hands
I reach ever closer with my face and
Our lips meet
A solitary greeting of joy
It washes away all sorrow.
Embraces hold us on our passion
And the sun, that beautiful sun
Vanishes.
A fairy horror tale as your flesh rots
The birds and bees turn to demons clawing at your knees
A wicked smile crosses your face
And Satan comes to take your place.
Reaching into my chest
The antichrist rips out my heart
A clawing mask figure takes it, eats it
Throws it on the ground
With breaths last drawn, and last strength used
I take off the mask.
It is you.
Author notes
Option I.
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great write!
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Definitely twisted. It fit that category perfectly...
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A good poem stating that you should never take anything at face value, for it might not be as it seems. A lovely macabre twist...Sue
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Fantastically twisted. Love the way you get your reader to assume one thing, then scramble what they believed and leave them guessing. Excellent.
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Scary. twisted. I like it. You're a very good writer.
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yes, i agree with laney and chris, it's a good poem. and i already told you that. anywayz... keeeep writing
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Its good, very metophorical but the transition from the love to the hate is confusing for me, its a good poem
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i liked this very much.
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