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My sixth sense
Falling from heaven
Straight to hell
Persecuted for my sin
A fatal hellish batter
Wings chard, and are no more
Smelling nothing for my sin
Blood all dried up
Eyes sewn shut
Mind all a loof
Not a vision of beauty
Seeing nothing for my sin
Owning my faux pas for what I've done
Now only to pay for it
Eternity I must spend
Hammering my hands against hells deck
Wanting to go faster
Feeling nothing for my sin
A soul every minute
As falling as I
For also the same sin
No noise on this floor of nothing
The fallens kicking and try to yell
I hear nothing for my sin
Remove of all pleasure
Tongue to never move
Never to swallow again
Lips tainted of deadly night shade
I taste nothing of my sin
You have raped me of my senses
Thus not so bad
For if thier was a sixth sense: have ameliorated
For I wouldn't be in this hell
My sin I have committed...
Was falling in love with death
Straight to hell
Persecuted for my sin
A fatal hellish batter
Wings chard, and are no more
Smelling nothing for my sin
Blood all dried up
Eyes sewn shut
Mind all a loof
Not a vision of beauty
Seeing nothing for my sin
Owning my faux pas for what I've done
Now only to pay for it
Eternity I must spend
Hammering my hands against hells deck
Wanting to go faster
Feeling nothing for my sin
A soul every minute
As falling as I
For also the same sin
No noise on this floor of nothing
The fallens kicking and try to yell
I hear nothing for my sin
Remove of all pleasure
Tongue to never move
Never to swallow again
Lips tainted of deadly night shade
I taste nothing of my sin
You have raped me of my senses
Thus not so bad
For if thier was a sixth sense: have ameliorated
For I wouldn't be in this hell
My sin I have committed...
Was falling in love with death
Published 13th Dec 2011
| Edited 14th Dec 2011
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14th Dec 2011 3:25am
I imagine the souls journey on the River Styx with this piece. Very powerful, to the point where I could almost feel the words.
Thier is only one thing that is for sure in life, and that is we all are going to die! We can be so alive in this world and be completely dead to the world. Thank you for the comment.
16th Dec 2011 4:45pm
this one is beautiful...u have the power to capture various images and emotions...its so contrasting from the masochistic's prayer of urs...its hard to believe that both of them are u.....ur versatile...keep it up:)
17th Dec 2011 00:33am
Thank you for your comment. I truly feel your honesty. As far as my other poems I am very sporadic. I truly write what I feel at that time. If I think about it... well the mind plays so many tricks on us.
9th Mar 2012 6:05pm
I'm new to the game to poetry, but i do say great job with the symbolism and comparisons.
New at poetry? It doesn't matter their is an artist in everyone. Just choose your canvas. As far as " Better than What?" Its new to me for I have no clue what your talking about, but thanks for the comment
