Description: A murder mystery poem if you will. The detectives just coming in and the view from the victim of whats happening.
Lost -------------------------------------------
Go forward and talk
For all that are lost
You never know
What may hide in the dark
Indespensible times
comes from horrific work
These works of art
From where you see the blood drop
Down the black walls
What are you looking for
In this hall
Just caught up
Lost within the dark
In this day
We'll never end
Even when we die
We still strive
For understanding the lost
You will never know
What we are looking for
Hiding in the dark
The blood all lies
Apon the floor where you stand
You will never know
What the blood is from
In these dark times
We search to understand
Even if we di
Fuck you I say
As I bleed apon the floor
This shit
So dark and dreary
This life
So damn weary
The devil
Is spread within the walkk
Where you see my blood apon
Lies are spread across the floor
Where you are lost
You will never know
What we are looking for
Hiding in the dark
The blood all lies
Apon the floor
You will never know
What the blood is truely from
You were not there to see it
Now the past is gone
Within the dark
A funny thing is that I don't find it very mysterious but the way you wrote it is quite beautiful. More imperative I guess. You could try shortening it and enhancing the mysteriousness next time in your other works as well as maintaining the serenity between the words and the beauty and elegance of it. I guess you think of the past as insigficant here... True... Good luck next time.
I really liked this poem also. It was very misterious and it left me wanting to read more. my favorite part was the same as mysterydarkpoet's favorite. This was really good and it left me astonished. Great work! alyssa
This [censored] So dark and dreary This life So damn weary The devil Is spread within the walkk Where you see my blood apon Lies are spread across the floor Where you are lost
thats avout the deapest part of the poem i think
i luv it and the ending is really good too
You will never know What the blood is truely from You were not there to see it Now the past is gone Within the dark
Submission Name: Lost
