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Death (revised)
Contributed by
Recyclebin
on
Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 12:23:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My kingdom is the depths
Of a light that has lost its hue.
I am the fallen one who
Your anger speaks too.
With my wings folded
Thoughts are now obscure.
Beyond this mist
Nothing more is pure
Holding back the flood
That enlightens you.
Darkness consumes the soul,
Of the angel out of view
I desire not to be alone
Its something I despise.
For I am full-filled with
The sadness in your eyes.
You are calling for me
So I may quench the thirst.
My blessing, now
Becomes your dying curse.
The Shadows of my immortal
Spirits are now in total control
Devouring, screaming as you
Swirl among the lifeless souls.
Demons within
Once believing they were your friend
Haunting, accompanying you,
Chase you to the very end.
Fading into oblivion
All hope is lost, eyes now closed
Realizing now its too late,
Horror takes one last gasping breath
as you slowly start too decompose.
I am the daemon of the netherworld
And only I Can Decree
Whether this tortured soul
Will ever again wander free.
Copyright ©
Recyclebin
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2006-02-22 00:23:18]
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Re: Death (revised)
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 01:17:09 AM AEST
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| Some rather dark and concentrated themes, feelings and suggestions. I really enjoyed this piece. I though the line before the beginning of the poem was an interesting interpretation of life, itself. It added volume to your following words. I really adored the first two lines. Simply picturesque and almost unfathomable in a sense. *nods* some great expressive language, almost metaphoric, with significance and an element of truth. Death is definately a process...the last process in life. You have truly embraced this concept and almost personalised it. Well done. I look forward to more. |
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