Poetry in the form of thoughts19:00 Mar 19 2011
Times Read: 480
How is it that we walked to the waters edge? Staring into the vast abyss with no way knowing what waiting for us at the depth?Should we take the plunge? Or should we fall back into our wasted years?
Fog is swirling waving fading, calling waiting begging saying. Let us hear the voices held high. Let us fill the void.
Watch with solemn red eyes, falling falling from the cliffs. To never know what to say, to do what you must do. Watch the ones that fade away see them watching you. There is a lot to say tonight but the words cannot explain. There is nothing to fade away the words that carry pain. Why do you fall back into the past? Buried deep where nothing lasts. Webs and scars show the land, buried within the cracking skin. See the rivers slow and fast, swirling pulling sucking leaving. Cries that echo never more, in a land that shows so much more. Why do you fall back into this past? Why is the first step never the last?
Shadow, shadow, come to me, beneath the lovely cherry tree. Watch the leaves fall to me, watch them fall for me. I wish to see the land so free, birds that fly and things that sting. Blood is oozing from the sea. Calling turning and you may never see. Bathed in blood, drowned in lungs. Falling shall we go? Cant stop the rising floods the little girl is bathed in blood.
Shining white upon the cast. A lonely figure dances last. Please she calls and whispers your name. Each her words are etched in pain. Split the flesh with knife and bone. Singing within the dreadful tone.
Crazy until the choice is made falling, falling so far away. Wishing to lay beneath the sky. Sparkling diamonds in the sky. Something chaining to her waist, pulling burning in such a haste. Help the hunger that feeds for flesh. Greedy eyes and hands that grab. Piercing into skin so soft, deeper, deeper into the cloth. Spilling love is like a dream, see each weep and see them sing. Lonely widows raise their arms, asking for a forlorn God. Nothing is nothing and that is that. Falling back into the pack. Searching and searching their life will fade. Blood encrusted forever graves. Look unto the sky we fade. Nothing last forever love. Watch with horror at the skies above. Burning fire consumes your soul, reaping all that you once hold.
Bringing back the pain so fresh. You may escape at last. Blood is singing from the wrists, slit the flesh and spill the bits. Come to me for my last. Longing breath that cannot last. Facing against a wall so high. Drowning upon chunks of sky. Char the flesh from the bone, bury them inside the whole. Sing a song and forget.This is Death's final duet ….
COMMENTS
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blackdogwarrior
05:48 May 05 2011
i really like this poem. you can almost sing it when you read it. sad and dark yet beautiful.