Reiyyan
09-10-2007, 08:07 PM
ok maters so heres my first dark poem kinda thingy
Obscurity
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Here I am in this lovely yard, a lovely grave yard
Listening to the dead cypress trees howl through the night
The hateful ravens run from the light
And I sit alone here on this dark rock
Shivering, scared, lonely and dead
No life have I got
I have been blessed by darkness, gloom and nothingness
The sinister gargoyles stare at me
It has been years since I have seen the light
The only thing I am familiar with now is the night
I have no friends but the shadows
No one hears my voice…
No one except the wind
Which carries it away into the distance
I can hear the cries of the ones I loved
The ones that cheated me
The ones that stabbed me in my back
The only feeling I have left for them is hatred
I wish to get rid of them
Yet my hands still remember their soft touch
My ears still remember their lovely voice
My nose still remembers their sweet scent
My eyes still remember lovely faces
I have nothing left to do but waste my time
Waste my time, or waste my self
I can do no other
I am done with caring
I shall not speak, nor write
I will hate myself, for hating them
And hate them for lying to me
I shall forget all the promises I made
I am ready to die
sweet nuu, nut reall anyways wat dya thinkerz
Obscurity
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Here I am in this lovely yard, a lovely grave yard
Listening to the dead cypress trees howl through the night
The hateful ravens run from the light
And I sit alone here on this dark rock
Shivering, scared, lonely and dead
No life have I got
I have been blessed by darkness, gloom and nothingness
The sinister gargoyles stare at me
It has been years since I have seen the light
The only thing I am familiar with now is the night
I have no friends but the shadows
No one hears my voice…
No one except the wind
Which carries it away into the distance
I can hear the cries of the ones I loved
The ones that cheated me
The ones that stabbed me in my back
The only feeling I have left for them is hatred
I wish to get rid of them
Yet my hands still remember their soft touch
My ears still remember their lovely voice
My nose still remembers their sweet scent
My eyes still remember lovely faces
I have nothing left to do but waste my time
Waste my time, or waste my self
I can do no other
I am done with caring
I shall not speak, nor write
I will hate myself, for hating them
And hate them for lying to me
I shall forget all the promises I made
I am ready to die
sweet nuu, nut reall anyways wat dya thinkerz