Snuffed out the candle
Deaths cancerous chest
lies home to your head,
Torture-mangled and dead.
We're lying and dying
in life's cold embrace
extinguish the intriguing
deceiving Man race;
Lie faceless and tasteless
upon open floors
see atrium's of fire
through the earths open doors,
dance airless and careless
through starry night skies
stare death in the face
and see Satan's eyes.
Reminded divided
fall graceless at least
take blood veins to feast
and rape holy priest...
Deaths cancerous chest
lies home to your head,
Torture-mangled and dead.
We're lying and dying
in life's cold embrace
extinguish the intriguing
deceiving Man race;
Lie faceless and tasteless
upon open floors
see atrium's of fire
through the earths open doors,
dance airless and careless
through starry night skies
stare death in the face
and see Satan's eyes.
Reminded divided
fall graceless at least
take blood veins to feast
and rape holy priest...
Author notes
I wrote this poem while off my tits on AK47 (Really strong skunk) I was looking outside and zoning out on the rain when this came to me; Felt like I was a puppet and something was speaking through me. Enjoy
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Wow. This is pretty neat. i like the contrast between the background and the c olor of the text. it sort or portrays the good side and then the text shows the bad side per se. i like the content, and it shows that you have a lot of talent. nice job and good luck
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I rather enjoyed this piece. However, I don't think there are any improvements to be made. It is lovely and wondrous. Best of luck.
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Improve it?
I couldn't and wouldn't "improve" this. I think it is the perfect poem. You have mastered this style. I love the imagery as well as the flow. If anyone can make this poem any better, I would bow to them as I do you right now.
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miss talkin to u
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