Eyes close, concealing the needles inside,
As I fall into the snake pit, seedless and depleted,
White fingers close around angel wings,
Plucking the feathers from the silver lining,
Morphine pours over heaven, a clear dream of syonide,
As I watch you waste away, like grains are consumed,
By the men and women, the snakes of this world,
Cutting off fingers closed around crow's feathers,
Let the heathen face redemtion from a sex addict,
The powder from the pills tastes like sugar,
As the white dust dissolves,
From the fiery pits of snake slitted eyes,
Black diamonds slitting throats with lies,
Cutting the umbillical cord around your neck,
Only to twist it tighter around your friend,
Let the man without sin drop the first stone,
That way everyone is justified,
Sleep to wash away the angel's blood on your hands,
As your white fingers turn to maroon, guilt is unheard,
Because the needle in your arm is your imaginary redeemer,
Gutters seep black liquid, from the tangible bile you cough up,
Dripping from your blacker lips, with the bullshit you spew,
Just cover it with lipstick, the sweet smear upon your face,
Black demons fly from hell, to buy grains from the holy,
Distributing it evenly among the masses,
Eating until they burst, remnants harvested in the soil,
Only to spring up again, to work for drones in charge of drones,
Worker bees you are, single minded,
Falling into the pit of tigers, eyes glowing in the ether,
Like cigarette butts still burning in the atmosphere,
Gravity pulls up, men float above others,
Or so they think...
Let them not stay where they are, lest they be a God,
Pull their Halo down to hell, where he can harvest his sins,
In a woolen basket made from his sheep clothing,
That he shed among the wolves in a false sense of security,
Close your eyes to get away, only to see scenes of your sins
Painted underneath your eyelids,
Your eyes within eyes, shed them all, as you peel off your fake skin,
You fucking wolf, you can't hide forever,
The moon will come and kill you someday,
So that you can be seen under even the moon's light,
Crimson looks like tea in the dark, yet why is it laced with metal,
Your silent form grabbing those angel's wings, looking for the white
To disguise the blood on your hands, But you find only black,
The angel's seven eyes stare back at you as gravity takes over,
And you fall back to the pavement, staring down at your teeth
That you lied through all your life, the skin on them gone,
Only leaving the enamel, stained black by the rotten bullshit you consumed,
Let yourself be banished to hell, harvest with the men without sin,
Only in your mind do you persevere, because you know you dont,
The gutters now seep blood from the angels you killed.
Author notes
Inspired by A Perfect Circle, and also today's events at school, piled on by others.
- Is it abnormality to think too much group list • next in list
- Romance Roleplay group list • next in list
A contest entry
- anything and every thing by Black Rose Reaper.
466 points, ended December 22, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Humankind by upperworld06.
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The gutters now seep blood from the angels you killed.
awesome closing line. seems like you got a lot out in this poem lol. nice write, thanks for entering -
another fantastic piece of writing, i cant get over how amazing your imagery is
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From the heart, this is brilliant. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your writings :]
You may want to change syonide to cyanide :]
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OH MY FUCKING GAWD!
I looooooove this!
So very much!
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OK A Perfect Circle has definietly earned a spot on my page and in my heart and mind eternally for being your source of inspiration in writting this!It's more than epic,more than deeply thought provoking,and hard-core in your face truth!You're too good for words to possibly offer any justice so I need to not bother trying!I feel inferior and I am about 7 years older than you but I feel like there is a shadow cast over me now,hahaha!Damn!You're cloud is higher then mine, so can I take a joy ride with you up there where the legends belong?I know I am quite good but you are even better and that humbles me to say,but it must be said....no one ever underestimate our young people again because age has absolutely nothing to do with the amount of heart,experience,and wisdom someone has so f**k the idiots that judge and dare say we should shut up and listen to them,but never get a turn to speak for ourselves!Those prejudice half-wits don't know crap if they think they can learn nothing from you or me because we are young!You rock and any contest you enter should provide you plenty of gold trophies and points because you deserve nothing less than the best!Bravo!
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This is a pure gut write! Intence and full of passion! Good job!
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An excellent introduction
to your style and form. A dark poet with much potential. This is poetry that I relate to.
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Applaud-Applaud-Applaud!
Loved the layers and textures!
damn...this was piercing to read,
those last lines were breathtaking!
well done!
well done!
ears/Seattle
Glutltons for Punishment salutes you!
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awesome write yo,,,
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White fingers close around angel wings,
Plucking the feathers from the silver lining,
Morphine pours over heaven, a clear dream of syonide,
As I watch you waste away, like grains are consumed,
By the men and women, the snakes of this world,
Loved it. You always find ways to make your descriptions come to life. Great one! I'm always happy to read your stuff
♥♥♥
Kat~
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