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Love is Dying
Love is dying Darkness consumes me
Deep within my soul Love is dying fading away. Romance passion and bliss are just a cold memory frozen in the ice shards from my sinister heart. I knew I would always walk alone deep in my mind and soul. I try to make my spirit fly.. but how can I? when Love is a lie....
I'm afraid it's to late my darkness is taking over my essence again. Alone in a room with a cup full of rum as the candles cast shadows that dance to the evil sounding strings in the music. Here alone is where I am locked away... no one really knows me, the real me enveloped in mystery and long lost hopes of finding the light and the true love.
My ambition and rage angry and page make me write my verses in my own blood, page after page of insane madness splatter in the beautiful read ink, did you think I could escape my darkside? You made me confirm love was a lie... It's a lie except for the last shed of light I contain deep inside my soul....
But no longer do I fly with wings.. I stay hidden in pitch black shadows.. as i prepare for eternal battles with myself... but the darkness is winning for now, and I'm in HELL
Copyright © Poe's Ghost
Original Youtube Spoken Word Post of this poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z12X32KyJCw
Deep within my soul Love is dying fading away. Romance passion and bliss are just a cold memory frozen in the ice shards from my sinister heart. I knew I would always walk alone deep in my mind and soul. I try to make my spirit fly.. but how can I? when Love is a lie....
I'm afraid it's to late my darkness is taking over my essence again. Alone in a room with a cup full of rum as the candles cast shadows that dance to the evil sounding strings in the music. Here alone is where I am locked away... no one really knows me, the real me enveloped in mystery and long lost hopes of finding the light and the true love.
My ambition and rage angry and page make me write my verses in my own blood, page after page of insane madness splatter in the beautiful read ink, did you think I could escape my darkside? You made me confirm love was a lie... It's a lie except for the last shed of light I contain deep inside my soul....
But no longer do I fly with wings.. I stay hidden in pitch black shadows.. as i prepare for eternal battles with myself... but the darkness is winning for now, and I'm in HELL
Copyright © Poe's Ghost
Original Youtube Spoken Word Post of this poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z12X32KyJCw
Published 19th May 2015
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20th May 2015 00:09am
Nice write you seem to know what your doing. You may have hit it a little so soon and hard on the in hell part, jumped the gun so to speak. Or maybe it's just that you capitalized it.
20th May 2015 00:17am
I honestly don't know what I am doing most of the time. I turn on dark music, light candles, drink rum and then what ever flows onto the page is written! but than you! Yes I think the hell was a bit much!
I had not read this one 3 years. I must have just felt like ending the poem at that point. Then again a lot of poems are much to long! lol
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20th May 2015 00:39am
This was both beauitul and dark in a way that takes my breath away, the way it is spoken in the video and the music suited it all so well. Excellent job. Welcome to DUP :)
20th May 2015 3:12am
Thank you so much! I often lose myself in the nights writing then speaking the poetry! Background music always helps me express myself even more. It's amazing how heartbreak can inspire us to write.
20th May 2015 2:36am
This initially makes me consider Poe's romantic lamentations, but this really picks up and turns ferocious. Excellent job Pen!
20th May 2015 3:12am
Thank you Crowfly! I do my best, mostly just whatever I feel at the time! thank you once again!
21st May 2015 9:08am
I like how the low tones swell during the growly parts. Textured words make the physical sensation much more comforting, a worn out blanket of selfhood.
21st May 2015 10:21pm
Nice poem! I listened to the voice over as well which sounded pretty good! And I agree with the other comment where you got to hell a little too quickly but I completely understand when you say you just felt like ending it. I can be the same way.
