Crusaderscross : Writing

THE FUNERAL

THE FUNERAL

A Poem by Crusaderscross


Left alone, wind wandering looking for shelterNothing to see, nothing to feelMy body shivering from the emptiness of painLight becoming dimmer as clou..
HIS CURSE

HIS CURSE

A Poem by Crusaderscross


He sits, blinded by reccuring thoughts of what wasFace riddled with years of boredomHe wonders "WHAT IF ?"Cursed by the gift of timeless existenceHis ..
STUCK HERE

STUCK HERE

A Poem by Crusaderscross


Hurt by himPain on highEmotions on crackControl is lostDepression on startTears infiniteDespair the next stepSuicide entersThe act committedThe end no..
THE VISITOR

THE VISITOR

A Poem by Crusaderscross


It is nearLife is crying grayMy body becomes tiredIt is nearThoughts become coldEmotions need sleepIt is nearSenses are scaredBreath is lightIt is nea..
A SOLDIERS DREAM

A SOLDIERS DREAM

A Poem by Crusaderscross


The calm feeling of hateTrembling passion of manPools of dripping bloodWar is the nature of the beastThe sound of death is everywhere,marching closer ..
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HELP NOT COMING

HELP NOT COMING

A Poem by Crusaderscross


Torment of miseryEmotionless stareEndless gaze of sadnessHappiness bareSorrow of nice wordsPain in voiceAgony not heardSilence is choiceDesire is lone..
MIGRAINE OF LIFE

MIGRAINE OF LIFE

A Poem by Crusaderscross


Sometimes I think, then my head achesGreen pills close, but none takenSometimes I think, thennothing happensMy head still achesThe wall is close, BANG..
AFFRAID OF BEING ALONE

AFFRAID OF BEING ALONE

A Poem by Crusaderscross


She is goneNowhere in sightI ache herShe still stays goneI scream COME BACKShe answers notI whisper her nameNo replyI start to wonderA voice speaksLea..
FRIEND OF MINE

FRIEND OF MINE

A Poem by Crusaderscross


Far from me I cannot goTrapped in this cell of INever to be releasedI scream at ME, hollow soundI answer nothing, I do lessEmpty words, empty soundsI ..
GONE

GONE

A Poem by Crusaderscross


The transparency of cold airThe tree sits, barely breathingChilling winds wanting the lifeIt cannot fight the temptation of deathGrey gasping leaves w..