The eyes are looking at me with the hate and pain
They feel so cold and dark
They burn with the fires of anger
They burn deep, as the fires of hell.
Hell is no place to go
As the eyes break cold
The breaking eyes of dawn
They see glowing angels
They see the sky's of happiness
Breaking the cold
The wings rip apart as the feathers fall.
As the feathers turn to blood.
It's rich and dark.
A feast for the night as the cat's start to hiss.
It's rich!
It's rich!
One by one they fall
They break as If there were glass
The sound has sadness
It makes the world change
It's those eyes again
They change.
What did you think? =^-^=
Comments
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Oh So Wow :D
totally good your an amazing writer
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wow the imagery in this poem is really amazing! great job!
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I really loved this piece. Brilliant! A really great write and i love the use of imagery. The last two lines i loved aswell. Awesome! ;D
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