Lifeless, lost, and left to die
Where angels fall, is where to cry;
Shut off power, run the water -
Merciless sorrow plays the martyr.
When does fate play roles with fire?
When does beauty kill desire?
Helpless crows fly to their death,
Angels lie in their last breath;
What's left to feel when all is lost?
Who's yet to see the albatross?
Fury fades, emotion drains;
Smiles jade, elation feigns -
The paint will cake a wall of guilt,
Shame is spent and pity's spilt;
Speak the silence, for it will dread,
Kill the love, for it is dead.
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this poem is phenominal!! I can't believe you've ever thought your writing to be something to be rid of. I love all of your poetry, yes ALL of it!
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wow. i REALLY like this one.
its good to see that youre writing again. i always have liked your poetry. and this one didnt disappoint me in the slightest.
love you
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