Forever forsaken, forever neglected... appraise my being.
Walking juries display fake expressions... wandering eyes,scrutinize.
Their presences putrify my soul.
Their hard gaze stain my every being.
My Memories drown in deception and deceit.
Eyes saturated in hatred.
Let it burn and drain away my sanity.
Jagged edges pierce and enhance my despair.
I surrender to the anguish... I welcome the foul, crimson red sputtering from damaged wounds.
- Destruction is bliss -
Let the stench purify my soul and intoxicate my spirit.
Stream away from me
... lift me
... Set me free
In death, my flesh and existance is condemed to an eternity of despair.
Forever forgotten... Forever forsaken.
But my soul remains, lifted.
Okay I'm no poet, as you can clearly see. But this piece itself potrays a significant message. Haha, you try figuring it out... it should be simple enough.
Feel free to comment and quote all my 'Grammatical errors'.lol.
Reesy's life goal : "To corrupt the mind of an innocent monk" - CHECK!! lol. ^_^Quote:
Originally Posted by kedar