Category: Writers Block
I've looked into a mirror and scared myself to death. My eyes are so so cold and evil its hard to draw breath.
I know that my pain is deep, so deep inside that there is not a single soul and nowhere for me to hide.
My friends all say they care and "we understand" but when I'm going through the shaded valleys I walk alone through this wasteland.The days are darker than death and take all of their time and spend it all crushing me what is this evil crime?! But the truth will be known albeit when I'm gone, because my days are numbered,just like the words of a song. But until that day arrives the mirror will be a sight to my eyes, so cold, hollow and black as the darkest night. So when we meet one day don't sympathise over me..inside I've already died so please just leave me be...leave me be.
This is dark poetry at its darkest. Well constructed, well delivered. I can''t say that I like it, because to like pain in a friend is awful. I think the first line describes my response to this poem.
Well done.
Bob
Thank you pal but you misunderstand Bob, it's not meant to be indicative of how I feel, just an outlet for Gothic thought. It's actually a song and dark n heavy..smile
hmmm..it's nice
hmmm...it's dark...but it's good dark...it's dark with meaning...i really like it.
Thank you all ..smile
that could be taken in so many ways, but think it is grate hugs.
That's the beauty of it...cheers
Meh... i wish i could right more, i don't find the inspiration readily though. Keep it coming, i like reading it.