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ashes
Like heavy fog, darkness approaches silently digesting my soul.
Forgotten, abused and unloved I am now held by the burning grip of deaths evil hand.
As I hear the promising words of immortality, they swear into my twisted mind.
All my nightmares become a mountain of smoldering ashes.
Forgotten, abused and unloved I am now held by the burning grip of deaths evil hand.
As I hear the promising words of immortality, they swear into my twisted mind.
All my nightmares become a mountain of smoldering ashes.
Published 22nd Feb 2015
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24th Feb 2015 1:42pm
"As I hear the promising words of immortality
they swear into my twisted mind..." That alone was just brilliant!
they swear into my twisted mind..." That alone was just brilliant!
24th Feb 2015 2:10pm
Thanks. Sometimes it takes days and alot of paper to complete one poem. It has to feel just as it does in my mind. Thanks for the boost of confidence. :-)
24th Feb 2015 3:41pm
Ur welcome...can't relate to the days on one piece though
I'm a 'in the moment' writer n it all comes from the gut...
Btw, I'd appreciate a reply to the IM lol
I'm a 'in the moment' writer n it all comes from the gut...
Btw, I'd appreciate a reply to the IM lol
24th Feb 2015 5:29pm
Not often that it takes days. But with all the passion I have inside I tend to bare it all. It becomes something so huge it's overwhelming when I get it all at once. So sometimes it takes a while to satisfy me. Oh and About ur I.M I would be happy to hop right on it. Lol
