darkness decends upon my soul
with the poisonous words
that spill from behind
tainted lips
sickness spreads through
thickened blood
and eats at my vanity
with lustful greed
this disease
creates such doubt
and makes one feel cheap
and utterly worthless
this darkness consumes
without remorse
all that has been
so sincere to heart
takes ones conscience
and leads it to shame
when little is there to endure
such loathsome gestures
what is one to do
when made to feel so hopeless
while innocence plays
an ongoing role?
Author notes
title suggestions please?
A contest entry
- round one - comfort zone by Shadow Anonymised.
400 points, ended September 24, 41 entries
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Comments
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you sort of need something spooky and mysterious for the title... i never like chosing titles really. the poem is more fun to write.
talking of the poem, this has an aura about it which i want to create in my own work. so well done. i'm jealous.
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