Dark Poetry #3 |
A Little Death |
alibaster Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299In my own private hell...(PA). |
A Little Death Ridding the wings of sin as little demons begin again. Dancing upon empty grave looking for what I crave. Darkness fills hardened soul strapping those I love to the whipping pole. Forked tongue lashing, cursing, spewing, emotions crashing. Mind filled with unsatisfied rage sets the tormented stage. Not knowing how to show tenderness or love. Dieing a little death each time it begins again. "There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul." (C)alibaster 1999-2001 |
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Dark Poet Member
since 2001-07-22
Posts 99North Carolina, USA |
Such a dark delight to read. Moonlight, James Good cannot exist without evil. Darkness I embrace. |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
That's my kind of poetry alibaster. "A little death" I just had to read it. And enjoyed it very much. Especially the ending. Base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. -Peter Steele |
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