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Foreboding the Rain
It's not,
just another rainy day.
The sun was hot,
So I hid it's rays.
I stole it's soul.
I am power.
I ate it whole,
magnetic wonder.
The piercing scream,
of my inner torture,
has tipped the field
of madness,
I'm on the slaughter.
I have no control,
The rain is turning into
a storm.
A Hurricane in the making,
reaping innocent souls.
My tears, are hidden
beneath drops of rain.
And I stand on a cliff,
alone, and in vain.
If Death, won't come for me,
no matter how much I literally beg.
Then I'll wait for him,
in the safety of the darkness, and fraternize
with his demonized un-dead friends.
(Just posting up a old write I found in my photo album today. It was on a crumpled up piece of paper. It brought back some memories when I was an death obsessed teenager. lol)
Published 27th Feb 2015
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Anonymous
27th Feb 2015 7:28pm
Brilliant work, Darker.. i really love this.. great ink..
Dave
Dave
27th Feb 2015 7:47pm
Enjoyed intensity of imagery...maybe experiment with entering musicality of beginning...I'm not the poet though...Enjoyed!
Great write, it never ceases to amaze me, all the great ones that were once crumbled up on the floor and forgotten about... Glad you revived it, I dig this, and yes, it has that teenage death edge too it, I can sing this and I can recite this, it reads well both way, musically and spoken, or whether just in head... Good job my friend: wolf / Eddie
3rd Mar 2015 10:58pm
Your rhyming skills are on full display n I'm impressed with how well you do it, n most of all ur emotional ink letting is
well expressed :)
well expressed :)
