Pastel In Hell

Random poem

I bleed from the source 
And cut my thigh as an alibi
I'm under a curse 
All that they know is a cursive lie
I've something to say oh, you don't know
I scream when I speak to let it go
This is an opera, it's a show
A static existence in my iris lullaby. 

Float, fall asleep,
You'll fall in too deep
I'll wear pastel in hell.


At best I'm the worst 
Burn all the pages which I once wrote
I'm casting a curse
And I'm ballerina quiet cut-throat
I saw it first and no one tries 
I'm going to take them by surprise 
This static existence in my heartbeats lullaby.

Float, fall asleep,
You'll fall too deep. 
I'll wear pastel in hell.

I burned to the ground
The lake in the winter a place to rest
I'm making my rounds
Do you have a chance?
There's nothing to tell them anymore
When every ear another locked door
I'm under a curse
My accomplice is my own heart
And in exchange he'll have my dark
This isn't the first time I must say
Static darkness love are here to stay.

I'll wear pastel in hell.

Author's Note

ignore typos

Reviews

[Notsoloud]

typos ignored. I began reading like a song. Had a good rhythm going in my head. Anyway I like your mix of words. It's dark and playful and doesn't shy away from using a good vocabulary. This is going in the library. Typos and all.

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You have a good concept and you've expanded on it fairly well. I think you could have spread out the imagery and used it more sparingly, but overall you've written fairly well and you've managed to keep the audience's attention. Good work.