White walls
Burning, searing
Rejecting my touch
As I lean against them
Light doesn't reach this place
Where I stand
Where I crawl
Its always dark
Unseen shadows
Taunt me
Erasing my imprint
Consuming
Crimson perfection
The only way
I know I'm alive
In this rotting corpse
Somewhere inside
A forgotten voice
Cries for release
But goes ignored
Open grave
I sit and wait
For darkness
To finish it's feed
Author notes
Something a friend said to me made me write this. I wish it was longer but oh wells.
Written May 28th, 2006
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I love this, and for some reason I can relate to it well...nice flow, well written, good job, keep up the amazing work!
Good Luck
BV -
WOW! This is a stunningly powerful poem. I did not manage to get all of the references, but it is early in the morning and I need more coffee!
Keep writing such intriging stuff.
Tatt
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