Hell-Bound Sorrow

This is one of my newest ones. It is kind of sad, but it has a hidden meaning that I think we all wonder about ourselves deep inside.

I am no one.
The willows cry for me.
THe poets dream of my agony.
Why does it happen to me?
My song is sad but true.
It's about a love I once knew but,
the love is dead.
Sing.
Dream.
Write.
Believe!
These are things I have yet to acheive.
Love.
Love is pain and beauty.
I play my tale in the meadow.
The wolves cry for me.
Willows weep and whither.
"Why does this happen to her?"
As I play my love decreases,
as my inner turmoil grows.
Society rejects me.
Nature closed her doors.
I am Hell- bound.
Hell-bounded sorrow and misery befalls me.
Benighted.
Darkness.
Agonizing tear jerking memories.
These are all the same to me.
As I fall with what little honor I have left.
Falling and finding peace with the samuai.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

Very well written, I like this write, emotions are spilled over and running, like it.

[BenightedWhispers]

Awe thank you much. ^_^

[The Morbid The Merrier]

very nice. i loved it so much. i think this is wondaful.