Dark Poetry #4 |
cadavERA |
Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Alchemic rhythm Flowing with a solitary beat It’s transgression is it’s hearts pump The bodies mingling together Corpses bond with angels And angels dream of demons The right, the wrong, they collide The room becomes interred and fallow Damned to the dirt of its creation A golden liquid bonds the cuts The rhythm cannot seep in It’s ripping at the bond that it created The angels now are screaming As the corpses un-cage the star The demons now are bleeding As the beat undoes the sugar on the floor We were the air and we were the world You could breathe it in And you could bleed it out We were the air and we were the world Now were just dancing off The tip of the universe |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
well, this paints a new picture in my mind..."angels dream of demons" ... bleeding demons...screaming angels - certainly different from what i guess i'm used to hearing about. good job ! Love hurts as bad as it feels good. [This message has been edited by River (10-15-2003 09:33 PM).] |
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