Come...come...my sad child...who dare did this to you...
Come...come...and play with me...and tell me your pain...
Is it those wretched heartless that dealt those agony true...
Come...come...please... oh, don't be ashamed...
release that chaotic darkness within you...
Come...come to me my child...and let us play...
Play with all of your sorrow...and set your mind to abyss
Hear nothing but yourself...and me...and let those happy thoughts decay...
Oh yes...come my child...throw those happy thoughts away...
Let music fill your soul...and set your mind to a bliss...
You can't escape me child...don't even try...
You are nothing more than a puppet...and its only too bad they didn't knew...
That this child beholds a talent...so pure and true...
Yes, I must take this lightness away...and take this child away from pain...
And...corrupt this glittering light...so a sad melody shall arise...
Remove this defective...vivid "thing" with our final goodbyes (to crummy happiness)...
Oh dear...please my charming child don't cry...
Come...come...my gifted child...let us play...
Your beautiful sad cello song...tomorrow...and today...
A contest entry
- Anything Dark by satan-.
460 points, ended March 2, 2008, 75 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"Let music fill your soul...and set your mind to a bliss..." In my mind, that line shone brilliantly. Great job, thanks for entering!
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The picture is from nectar666 on devinatart...and its called Cello by Torchligh


