DearSweetAgony : Writing

From The Gallows

From The Gallows

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


We were sentenced to death, watched by our enemies, we were to be hung before the skyAn executioner's bliss; to have the honor of dropping humans bein..
Nyctophobia's Wake

Nyctophobia's Wake

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


Midnights everlasting determination to turn my greatest fears into my ultimate fearsIn one nights wake, my face will be flooded with infernal tearsThe..
 The Silhouette Of The Shadows

The Silhouette Of The Shadows

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


God has deserted me, he has left my existence in the silhouette of the shadows(The darkest crevices of his mind)The angels fly to the Golden Gates, wi..
Saving The Ant Bed

Saving The Ant Bed

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


Ants go marching in, their tortured souls follow each others trail.Who can pretend like they are alive in the closingwalls of hell?Nothing goodgrows o..
To Need A Hero

To Need A Hero

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


A token of gratitude to the heros thatwatched the fire blaze through the cityThe blood stained their hands and the fury in their eyes burned endlessly..
In The Darkness Of The Ocean

In The Darkness Of The Ocean

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


I have forgotten what its like to breatheMy eyes are filled with the tears I've never criedand my mouth is full with the words I've never saidMy brain..
The Bed Of Knives And Needles

The Bed Of Knives And Needles

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


I've made my bed of knives and needlesnow I have to lay in it.My blood runs coldonto the ground,I look into the sky,And tell god to go f**k himself. I..
Twisted Metal, Broken Glass and Wood

Twisted Metal, Broken Glass and Wood

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


Little shards of sharp diamond fell from the clouds The wind accompanied the downfall sending little knives through the air God roared his declara..
It Must Be A Duck....

It Must Be A Duck....

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


I wallow in the s**t with the pigs and wake up with E. coli. I don't think that I'm a pig....I try to tell myself that. ( what am I?) Perhaps, I am..
Just Another Egg On The Edge: The True Unfortunate Stories- Of Mr. Dumpty

Just Another Egg On The Edge: The True Unfortunate..

A Poem by DearSweetAgony


7 days a week andall days to think... Even the days that were off he still hadmany thoughts. Just thinking.... Just reasoning.... Just contemplat..