Black the color of my cold heart
The guiltiness of a murder
bold, hard, solid matter
Yumm, the taste of poison and humanpies
the horrible stench of blood and burnt roses
Thousands of needles getting stuck in you
Feels like darkness crawling upon your skin
makes you want death
Longing for light
Cruelty beyond belief
Made up of hatred
Demons torturing you till you
Cant fight no more
Surrender
Why do you think people wear black to funerals?
Feeds upon your fear and terror
Ahhhh! !
Screams, crying, laughter of evil, shattering glass,
Blood splattering, wailing of misery.
'The horrible stench of blood and burnt roses', that was just so beautiful, i loved this line! ~ Hazel G.E
Wow, this is a great write there are so many ways I took this. Dark, brooding yet so much pent up emmotion in this. Wanted more at the end. Nice job.
Woah, that was really creepy, but in an artistically beautiful way. I don't know how to feel after reading that. I have felt like what you read before though. I can tell you put a lot of emotion in this one.
Love the way of your describtion.... So well Written... Good one indeed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing imagery entwined with brutal bruntness. Keep on writing! :)