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My will is tense My thoughts unsecured Against the pilfering and thieving masses They who would seek to do me harm No longer gain my fear My desire overwhelms it My will is fading My thoughts are of danger My heart is in it Death Is where my heart lives Dying Is what my soul yearns It attracts me in all aspects A dimly luminous idea Gently bobbing in the ocean Of my mind In a sea of grey Even black is a colour |
Hmmm... I like this, it placates(sp?) me.... I love how you did the 4th stanza, it was very well done... I personally like these darker poems, and this was pretty well written.. the only thing I can think of changing about it would be to maybe add more detail, while trying to keep it short.. but I don't know, that would be hard. Good job, and hope to read more from you! From the Darkest Reflection, >Shadow_Mirror< | Posted on 2006-09-23 00:00:00 | by Shadow_Mirror | [ Reply to This ] | |