Terror on the StreetsA Poem by Honor'dMake sure your mother is near to wake you up before the death bell rings thrice..../... The terror on the streets is nothing but lies. The Realms might have crumbled, but soon will I rise! A dream-like paradise is right behind my eyes... I'll become a bird who can touch the skies. But why the death bell? I'm trying to save you, can't you tell? Are you saying these angelic demons exist to kill and impel? Is that why I'm being sent to Hell? The gate to Heaven is close, but I'm falling! I feel like an old crippled man whose dying and crawling. My face is moist and I realize that I'm bawling... "Now, boy, stop dreaming! Your mother is calling!" .../...
© 2014 Honor'dAuthor's Note
|
StatsAuthorHonor'dSmack in the middle of nowhereAboutWe all live to eventually perish from the face of the Earth. But I live to write, to jot down the life I am living on a piece of paper in order to inspire others to follow what they truly want to achi.. more..Writing
|