Once upon a dead man's brow
His sweet of blood deeply plow'd;
Down his cheek it drips so slowly,
Exceptn' death and growing colder.
While, eyes crimp'd slightly open
His soul is gone, a last word spoken
Detain'd in red the dead man wrote...
"6.6.6"
To every emotion lost in his thoughts
From a loud commotion desturbn' the nights.
A simple notion alarmn' his soul
Across the ocean to his festern' wound,
Covered by a mask of horrific lies.
This an idea, set in motion by his nasty ways
Driven by devotion consumn' his days,
Waiting for a promotion until then the mold will stay.
"In a corner I stands alone
The darkness is my only friend and
As the smell of death is near, creepn' closer;
A taste fear salivates my mouth,
I cry."
As the moon falls into the sea
The sun turns the color of night;
Life boils away, chaos controls the day.
Rivers run red as the battle rages on,
Brother against brother, father against son;
Hate consumes the earth until the earth,
Becomes no more...
"Again I am alone,
I am always alone..."
Author notes
I was cooking and this was boiling in my mind...
Tell me what you think or not?
Comments
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Very well written
I love your raw talent and emotion in this piece. The darkness and rage in this poem was incredible, when i read this i wanted more. Sometimes i feel like i am alone even when im not. All round awesome poem i wanna read more like this. -
Outstanding write
I am very impressed by your talent. It was a very intriguing poem. The more I read the more I wanted. This is my favorite stance;
"As the moon falls into the sea
The sun turns the color of night;
Life boils away, chaos controls the day.
Rivers run red as the battle rages on,"
LISA
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Holy shi* this was awesome even read it a third time..Indeed I like how this poured out..
keep em up their dear
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