'Round the fire, colours glow,
Gently rocking to and fro.
Deep in shadows, demons play,
Snatching emotions away.
Seeping through the mindless halls,
Shattering the endless walls.
Pity not the small or weak,
Death before the killing streak.
Madness chases to the end,
Down the stairs you will descend.
Crashing to the bottom floor,
Pummelled by a death day war.
Soulless, moodless, soaring free,
This is how we're meant to be.
What of earth, of love, of truth?
Full of silly childish youth.
Is this really how you see?
Can't you hear the helpless plea?
Save the hearts that feel this way,
Life's a small and fragile prey.
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3 comments:
This is amazing. O.O
I really really like it!
I can totally see a picture. =P
Cool Stephie, cool... We've discussed this before...
That's good. I can't usually write very good poems.
Only when I'm "in the mood"
lol Josi. We've discussed this before...
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