Ashes of the InnocentA Poem by Color of the Iris
Walking
down a road known to lead you nowhere,
You clutch your rotting core as it tries to pulse again, Shattered dreams
and the dust from broken hearts, Follow your weary feet as
you stumble in the dark, Whispers follow you,
tormenting your rotting soul. Death
stays away from you, watching you walk on. Hollowed and empty, you
press wearily onwards, On to a place you no longer
know of, a dream, A city of broken hopeless
old men who will die, Like cowards on their bent
knees, begging to live, Begging to live for fear of
death, yet wishing to die. For they fear life too. You feel a sharp pain in your chest His hell is a winter frozen
kiss with a soft blade, A release from the pain, a
drowning sorrow, The laughter of the dead
melts your soul, Your
heart convulses as Death squeezes softly Watching your blood flow stronger, he embraces you Such sweet sorrow he
whispers to your piled ashes Death and Life locked in a
painful lovers embrace Let the dance begin again,
around another lost soul, Who stumbles towards the
city of the damned. © 2011 Color of the IrisAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2011Last Updated on February 25, 2011 AuthorColor of the IrisA Nemesis StarAboutMy world needs no explaining. If you should need to make an assumption about me, look to my writing. All of your answers will lie there. If you have any specific questions, message me. Have a wond.. more..Writing
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