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Cutting the Thread that holds life in line, To silence is the very weapon you harness. I say thank you for every scar you have given to me, And I pray to whatever god there is that this need be the final time. The end is nigh, So kill me softly, Once more… Touching the divine through the dead spirit within. A life in shambles, Is there a new beginning in store? The beauty that lashed across my soul Reminds me, My story of love and death Has an ending I can’t see. All the while, inside, I know I’ll let myself die. With Fate’s fingerprints on my heart And a shadow stretched over my eyes, I’m blind to what I feel, And I’m blind to what I see. My very existence is In denial… This may be the end of life, This may be the fucking end of life… Chained to the cradle, Your time is now. Leave me where I lay Or we can burn in each other's arms. For the end of mine, My heart still bleeds. Yet I cease to go away, Go away… Go away… |
This poem is interesting. To me, the poem was about being trapped, hurt and "held captive" by a love, someone you've invested yourself in. With so vast a number of people who can relate to this, I don't see how you could have much trouble finding an appreciative audience. Good work.| Posted on 2005-12-27 00:00:00 | by HopesAndDreams | [ Reply to This ] | Wow! | You are right about the "hardcore"...I do say I'm not into that kind of music, but your write is a genuine good write. Your fifth stanza really grabbed me. Yet I cease to GO AWAY, Go away, go away...phasing his/her self out. For some reason this song remind me a little of some songs "Black Sabbath" recorded.lol. Anyway, forgive me for not getting the feel of that type of music but, your write is good. take care, wanda | Posted on 2005-08-18 00:00:00 | by bigfineq | [ Reply to This ] | |