deepundergroundpoetry.com
Once More the Song.
Tranquil and peacful in
The eye of the storm.
What is the purpose
If in the end we shall mourn.
You cry out to your mothers,
Pay refuge to your fathers,
The suffering so immense
Some do not even bother.
The weeping of wives
Tear holes in the Soul.
A black hole,
Without hope,
Burning embers in the coal.
Sweat beats out a steady strum,
Sounds as loud as battle drums!
The night is relentless,
The storm is never over.
A sigh,
A scream,
An imputent tear.
The last cry you hear,
That of your Lover.
Speak truth to the Sand,
Arrogant man,
Without a plan.
Resulting in the cut throats,
Knives in the back.
Feel how it stings,
That adrenaline of kings,
But that power alas…
Not a woman, but a man now sings.
~Ryuuk
The eye of the storm.
What is the purpose
If in the end we shall mourn.
You cry out to your mothers,
Pay refuge to your fathers,
The suffering so immense
Some do not even bother.
The weeping of wives
Tear holes in the Soul.
A black hole,
Without hope,
Burning embers in the coal.
Sweat beats out a steady strum,
Sounds as loud as battle drums!
The night is relentless,
The storm is never over.
A sigh,
A scream,
An imputent tear.
The last cry you hear,
That of your Lover.
Speak truth to the Sand,
Arrogant man,
Without a plan.
Resulting in the cut throats,
Knives in the back.
Feel how it stings,
That adrenaline of kings,
But that power alas…
Not a woman, but a man now sings.
~Ryuuk
Published 8th Feb 2012
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 648
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
17th May 2012 00:49am
Dark and erotic
cant seem to find the peace.
peering into the eye of the storm
your right we shall all mourn.
crying to our mothers
can they hear?
paying a refuge to our fathers
when will he come home?
suffering so immense
they fear they don't bother
the wives weep
the pain is just to deep
holes in the soul grow
hope being sucked into a black hole
surrounding the burning embers in the coal
fearing the strums as the sweat drops
is it battle
or is the night just as relentless
as the screams in the dark.
the sighs that always start.
a tear
a whisper
soon all will disappear.
the sound of your lover is now gone
speaking a false truth to the sand?
or maybe that ever so arrogant man
him and his lost plan
leading to the cut throat rule
stabbing you in the back
what a rush
what a feel
no man shall stand
for it the woman who has the final
kill
cant seem to find the peace.
peering into the eye of the storm
your right we shall all mourn.
crying to our mothers
can they hear?
paying a refuge to our fathers
when will he come home?
suffering so immense
they fear they don't bother
the wives weep
the pain is just to deep
holes in the soul grow
hope being sucked into a black hole
surrounding the burning embers in the coal
fearing the strums as the sweat drops
is it battle
or is the night just as relentless
as the screams in the dark.
the sighs that always start.
a tear
a whisper
soon all will disappear.
the sound of your lover is now gone
speaking a false truth to the sand?
or maybe that ever so arrogant man
him and his lost plan
leading to the cut throat rule
stabbing you in the back
what a rush
what a feel
no man shall stand
for it the woman who has the final
kill
