Zar 696 Posted December 12, 2007 Disease It lingers on my hand, the imprint and bruise from the weight of the band. Black, dark, my mind at ease surely comes the mark; white as ghost ready to please. "Sensible," "reasonable" words in my head; the galloping of red horses cursing the dead. Tonight I dine with constant peril "too bad," "to late" Your vigor; sterile. The scream; a grommet what can I do? I bend in pain, the message still true. Beasts of asperity circle the globe, clouds of death spearing the agoraphobe. Am I at my bound? I stub to crumble But, still not a sound. To late, to never, I sit forever. Share this post Link to post
Speedskater 167 Posted December 12, 2007 (edited) seriously i like it, its deep. but what were you thinking about when you wrote that? Edited December 12, 2007 by speedskater Share this post Link to post
Protoman 56 Posted December 12, 2007 I really liked the beginning, not so much the ending :D Share this post Link to post
Cripp 167 Posted December 12, 2007 That was pretty cool. :ermm: i dont like poetry tho.... Share this post Link to post