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Take me

Missing image
take me and strip me of my innocence
like a lover raped of true beauty
hold me close and embrace me
in the darkness of death.

Withstand me and engulf me
in your center flame
touch me violently
with the sudden urge to destroy

Protect me of the love I fear
and enthrall me in depressing poetry
teach me the darkness of my soul
is no more than a mear shadow

so take me and strip me of my innocence
like a lover raped of true beauty
hold me close and embrace me
in the darkness of death.

Author notes

Breakdown. Seether:

The sun is gone and the flowers rot
Words are spaces between us
And I should've been drown in the rivers I've found of token lost
And I should've been down when you made me insecure

So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than meets the eye

And I'm the one you can never trust
'cause wounds are ways to reveal us
And yeah I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us
But what a waste of my time when the world we have is yours

So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than all your lies

Hate me, break me down
So break me down
So break me down
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'cause I'm so much more than meets the eye

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  • majorpaul silver member
    November 17, 2009

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    pretty good

    2nd Stanza first word. Withstand is not the right word. It gives the subject way more power than they have. A helpless person does not need someone to withstand them.
    3rd stanza last line. Word is mere.
    Really good imagery!