Morbid LegacyA Poem by AlrauneCrimson
splatters on the ground, The morbid
legacy of eternity As silent
screams race my pulse My spirit
banished with the flow Trapped in the
screams, The darkness
tore my blinding eyes The sacrifice
of losing myself; My soul ripped
apart, Caught in the
shadows, Beneath, where
I encased myself, An avenue of
broken dreams, My hopes, where
it lay asleep; Falling
forever, Through
pain and deceit, Tormented,
defeated by you, I can’t break
through; Stirring truth
and lies, As I lay a
thousand feet below, In a world
where nowhere was I; In the darkness
no more did I know myself, The cold
cloaked me; No, I can’t
hold onto..... My twisted soul
no longer would fly; Confined in
these chains of mine, I keep going
under, In your faults
do I drown; Tears come no
more, No need to
bleed, There’s nothing
left there; Don’t want to
forget my fears, Don’t want to
let it go, But I can’t
hold onto; The cool rush
of warmth, The ashes of
the past it freed me from, Couldn’t hide
the emptiness, let it show... Can’t break
free until I let it go; The melody of
the crimson, Reaches a peak
of frenzy, Until then, There is no
more.... © 2010 Alraune |
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1 Review Added on April 5, 2010 Last Updated on April 5, 2010 AuthorAlrauneBangalore, IndiaAboutIf you must know, writing about yourself is definitely not half as easy as receiving an Olympic Gold Medal. However, as it is demanded of me to fill this space, endow it with a part of my personalit.. more..Writing
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