Category: Writers Block
Begone ye screams of silence,harbingers of pain..cloaked in isolation,you mock in harsh diadain.My soul is torn asunder,I curse you, God of hell.As you pierced my tortured mind ,what horrors I befell.You spoke of quiet solitude, to tempt me to your lair.Then lanced me in my troubled heart, to depths of dark despair. Nemesis, I beg of thee rise up in righteous ire.
Protect me from Tisiphone, from hell's eternal fire. With all my voice I scream to you, protect me from the night. Alas, in forlorn desperation, I journey to the light.Banished to mind's Coventry,I heed the demon's call. Beckoned to the silent screams, I enter Dante's hall.
It's great. You have a great writing style, honestly. I like it.