My empty eyes look into the street
In this paper-white skin, it's deathly cold
The black sky is a heavy sheet
To hide me as the night unfolds
I touch my thin hands to my bony face
Forgetting the pasty mask I wear
Against my frigid body, the icy winds race
Whipping through my mangled green hair
I feel nothing; I never feel
Perhaps I've forgotten how
I've burried myself, rather than let the wounds heal
It's too late--healing's impossible now
Until the world ends, this is all I will be:
One big impulse; an empty shell
And even if there's a soul, burried deep within me,
I know he'll be burning in Hell.
Author notes
Um...my first All Poetry poem
A contest entry
- Ayyy write me something..Anything you want by tearfulgirl420.
300 points, ended August 22, 2008, 58 entries
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Comments
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This is some pretty neat and nifty poetry with pretty darn good rhyme! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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I OWN THIS!!!! ahhahahahahahahahahaha
i love ya, ain. beeeeeeefffffffff
ur da best
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Anna this is amazing! It describes the Joker perfectly! It's flow and rhyme scheme are excellent. You could have a future in poetry! Great one
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Aweee I LOVEEEE it!
Good, good job Mrs. Joker!
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