Dying

This was initially meant to be an emo break up poem, but my imagination took over (thank god) and now it's an awesome mysterious poem for all emo's and non-emo's alike. Readers discretion advised.

Dreams dashed
In a flash.
Life is great when you're asleep.
Was this meant
To not work out?
Is misery the only way?
My heart is crushed
And soul is broken
And not another word is spoken.
Eyes of fire
Breath of black smoke;
Everything around me burns.
My skin is hot
And flaking off.
My hands were made to curse.
Talons rip my flesh apart
And dark clouds obscure my sight.
I lie in a corner
Whimpering at the ground
Waiting for death's arms
To cradle me gently
Into the underworld.

Author's Note

I know this is beautiful. Bow down and praise me.

Reviews

[beezle]

this poem creates quite a tragic picture...love how descriptive your words are in painting this picture..It is a beautiful poem, rather dark...kinda sad...but you've done a wonderful job of portraying darkness in a beautiful way.

bye the way...nice playlist.