Still

Still

A Poem by Xanthous Crow

The skulls, they talk to me

They creak in the night

Whispering to each other

Whispering to me

They tell me things

And other things talk to me, too

The dead do care what happens to them

© 2012 Xanthous Crow


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"The dead do care what happens to them"
It sounds almost like a riddle. I love the dark ambiance, and what I really enjoyed was the lack of lengthy diction. It was short and sweet, but not at all simple. I could however, be over thinking it :|. Anywho, either way this was brilliantly pieced together and I enjoyed it!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Nice writing. Clive Barker suddenly comes to mind for some reason. You have a really good mind for horror and the like. Good job.


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"The dead do care what happens to them"
It sounds almost like a riddle. I love the dark ambiance, and what I really enjoyed was the lack of lengthy diction. It was short and sweet, but not at all simple. I could however, be over thinking it :|. Anywho, either way this was brilliantly pieced together and I enjoyed it!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deeply X.C. again, if there is almost a death after death you describe. Scizo voices, within thoughts, and whispers, another experiment right? :) loved it anyhow... ;) because you can write dark dark, as I love it!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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