The world.

My perspective of the world.

The blood dropped
and the heart stopped.
The life streched
Into the well.
Diamonds, broke them all
Shining, love fought the ball
Each day, the light was sought
Then the fight was bought
No one knew who has won
All we knew was the sword did rot
And the armour was badly shot
With nothing but bare hands, or not
The skin was ashened with love
Broken but burning love
Its not about damaged angels
Its all about the laughing devils
The hellfire did ascend
I was broke, cent by cent
Thats why my life did burn
Because of the little I had earned
Flying from building to building
Leaning from tower to tower
Like a castle in vengeful ruins
I was a destructive power
Now all I know was that I
I can't be loved or love
Scars were deep in my bones
My empty, marrowless bones
I was in a city of angels
Brought by the angel of death
There were flashing lights
And worshipping in the bed
There were so many beautiful sins
People crucified each other's heart
They themselves stabbed with the blade
Then they wanted to be humanely saves
Thats what our world is
Sharp knives, broken promises.

Author's Note

Its longer than my other work. And not that good. Its freestyle. I felt like sharing this. Do tell me how to make it better. Thank you.

Reviews

[Insight "MH"]

Lovely write my dear friend I feel you.

[B. Boileau]

A haunting piece. The Rythm starts a little slow but catches up by the end.
it's a dim view and your words really let out the sad emotions. " my empty marrowless bones' wow, thats powerful.
It is longer than your other stuff but I enjoyed the read and your venture into free style. I'm glad you decided to share it. We would have missed it.
bill

[PeaceOfMind]

Oh my God. Bill. Thank you so much. I really don't know why I shared it, but you made me feel glad that I did. Thank you so very much.

[Meeks]

I would disagree. The world is more abuot making up for broken promises than breaking them in the first place.

And somehow feel that at certain points the shortness of each stanza is detracting. Some just feel as if they're begging to go on to describe some new horror, but never get the attention. Might be my story-telling style though.

But overall, very nice freestyle. I probably couldn't do it better, but then again. That might not be such a big compliment, since I can't do this at all...
The more you write, the better it gets.

[PeaceOfMind]

Thank you. But I really don't know why I actually shared it. My friend oassed away, so I was a little messed up, amd I just shared it.