Post by cordeliacrazy on Nov 18, 2008 0:51:41 GMT -5
Lost Souls Remain
The light leaves with a silent sigh, remorse we feel.
Seeing now what we've done.
Hope is gone, never to be felt again.
Taken by our selfishness, wounded and alone forever.
All life should soon wither and die.
Our hearts desire no more.
How could we fail to believe?
Only lost souls remain, evil we have become.
Days are Numbered
Now the sinister creatures grow in numbers.
My heart pounds as evil surrounds around my weak body. It enters me, violating my tortured spirit.
In a moment of despair I yell for help
while death hover's near .
Now leaving this physical plain, my fervent plea falls upon darkened souls.
This is my cruel end.
Presence
Unearthly lights bounce in
this pitch black hall as I kneel,
it's radiant and blinding,
trapped in this damned place
for an eternity.
Shadows become visable in the estranged building as
the light takes over the darkness,
putting a premonition in my head,
burning my retinas.
I see a horrific look upon their faces.
I'm now being imprisoned by
this wrathful entity.
I wither away, suffocating in it's presence.
Apocalypse
All I see is pain around me.
It seems contagious as the violence continues.
It's grim, and vulger, my
heart throbs as I see entrails lying on the ground.
In a desperate attempt I scurry to find someone still breathing,
while all I see is mounds of corpses.
Now alone, my soul aches.
This is apocalypse.
Cold
I stand cold and alone.
Standing here waiting for you to come, then I realize you are dead.
Dead and cold, alone like me.
We finally share something that I can see, we now have a simularity.
We are two lost and needy souls trying to find our way to a better land. But our plan have taking a wrong exit somewhere.We are confused and desperate to be happy and bold.
Just like my mother once told, she said son now don't be that way.Be a normal boy, play with a normal toy. I know she loved me at one point, but then she turned the other cheek and left me all alone and weak.
I sit here waiting for you to come to me, hoping you will see the real me.
True Immortal
It's a night of agony, a cry of sorrow,
the creatures of the night vent their loneliness.
The eternal one
has risen.
The Moon reflects off of her pale form,
an eternal beauty.
Her raven locks flow over
her cream colored shoulders, and her
plump blood stained lips part slightly, to savor the
crimson tears flowing down the
dead flesh beneath
her.
With this night of anguish,
I now thirst.
The Burning Time
Bright flames engulf me
as I am being singed alive,
always persecuted, always alone,
burning here,
waiting for death to come.
Accusing forms laugh in the distance, the shadows loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked soul.
Burnt flesh on my mangled body.
I raise my head, now giving in to
this uncaring persecutor.
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The light leaves with a silent sigh, remorse we feel.
Seeing now what we've done.
Hope is gone, never to be felt again.
Taken by our selfishness, wounded and alone forever.
All life should soon wither and die.
Our hearts desire no more.
How could we fail to believe?
Only lost souls remain, evil we have become.
Days are Numbered
Now the sinister creatures grow in numbers.
My heart pounds as evil surrounds around my weak body. It enters me, violating my tortured spirit.
In a moment of despair I yell for help
while death hover's near .
Now leaving this physical plain, my fervent plea falls upon darkened souls.
This is my cruel end.
Presence
Unearthly lights bounce in
this pitch black hall as I kneel,
it's radiant and blinding,
trapped in this damned place
for an eternity.
Shadows become visable in the estranged building as
the light takes over the darkness,
putting a premonition in my head,
burning my retinas.
I see a horrific look upon their faces.
I'm now being imprisoned by
this wrathful entity.
I wither away, suffocating in it's presence.
Apocalypse
All I see is pain around me.
It seems contagious as the violence continues.
It's grim, and vulger, my
heart throbs as I see entrails lying on the ground.
In a desperate attempt I scurry to find someone still breathing,
while all I see is mounds of corpses.
Now alone, my soul aches.
This is apocalypse.
Cold
I stand cold and alone.
Standing here waiting for you to come, then I realize you are dead.
Dead and cold, alone like me.
We finally share something that I can see, we now have a simularity.
We are two lost and needy souls trying to find our way to a better land. But our plan have taking a wrong exit somewhere.We are confused and desperate to be happy and bold.
Just like my mother once told, she said son now don't be that way.Be a normal boy, play with a normal toy. I know she loved me at one point, but then she turned the other cheek and left me all alone and weak.
I sit here waiting for you to come to me, hoping you will see the real me.
True Immortal
It's a night of agony, a cry of sorrow,
the creatures of the night vent their loneliness.
The eternal one
has risen.
The Moon reflects off of her pale form,
an eternal beauty.
Her raven locks flow over
her cream colored shoulders, and her
plump blood stained lips part slightly, to savor the
crimson tears flowing down the
dead flesh beneath
her.
With this night of anguish,
I now thirst.
The Burning Time
Bright flames engulf me
as I am being singed alive,
always persecuted, always alone,
burning here,
waiting for death to come.
Accusing forms laugh in the distance, the shadows loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked soul.
Burnt flesh on my mangled body.
I raise my head, now giving in to
this uncaring persecutor.
Please do not copy or use my poems on any websites. Thanks!!!