Dark Poetry #4 |
From Within |
TwiztidKarma Junior Member
since 2006-09-22
Posts 43Florida |
Exit the Text, As I make my next rest, Put to a test, For my dream steadily creeps next. Casted down from heavens above, To restraint the strangle of golden doves, As the cupid shoots rapid loves, The tainted soul, lay upon whitened gloves. Reality faded all to well, As another scream, Takes over the silent bell, Its almost time to tell, But last breath's begin to swell. The Executioner takes his toll, On this life that has no goal, These broken wings shall soar the soul, As the blackest dark, ever devour's me whole. [This message has been edited by TwiztidKarma (09-25-2006 11:06 PM).] |
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lanaia74 Member
since 2006-08-25
Posts 67 |
VERY well done! |
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