Blood Drip One

Blood Drip One

 

Countless legions for this world, and the next; we only pale in comparison, but I, only one solider.  Dimensions of the psyche lie awake to protect. Shards of screams and splinter fill ears. I'll stay up, never to fall asleep again to my family. Rebounding through my mind, overlaid with strength and passion-never letting go baby. Every single drop collected as an acid. Oh, how I will hurt this day. To my god, that I turned back and heel to, I have no more right to exemplify ways; I will stand to fight only the median of the two. Both enemies for now; still my name will be protector. I'll never be able to look at you again. Splendor will be the fault-line, and I have run out. Brother's name shattered at throat and stone. Combined with a rescue of many, I'll get my might somewhere; from the dragon perhaps, being one conflict. To drag under, and be drown; we'll cancel it out together and make it its negative. Destroy the facades of yesterday, and fortify the arch of tomorrow. All collective experience leading me on, fueling the beast I have masqueraded for all these years. (Seventeen to be exact dear…). I'm making myself pay for wrong-doing; cheating out of so much, the devil driver that I have, making mankind disappear, and I'll represent mach three. Embodied today, sacrificed to dualism. Going to new heights, without new powers; still ciphering the battalion of birth and both sides, my weapons have changed to white. The morphing stage will come at last, and I will change with dramatic error. Killing your mind with all disaster; but I'll still be the protector. The power and might to control; to conquer. Identity will be cut into numbers, as I feed fire, to waken ashen memories. I written this all, and this is just the start of my transformation to experimentation. All work rebuilt, and refined; A new awaking, to never fall asleep, never to hear the screams and shards. Beautiful in my corruption, the fallen angel complete with black and sense. Spheres and orbs taking all health; I'll fine new inspiration through the snow
(But only to stain it red)

Reviews

[Northern Scribe]

Ok, very powerful stuff, and thanks for fixing the fonts. Great lines, and some very powerful symplism with dualism. Again, simply, a very powerful piece. Keep the angst up and let it out through the writting.
Peace,

[Matt Shutler]

Its really good....

try making the font smaller like it is automatically, it should lt you put the rest in it then, that would be my only guess.

and why does everything remind you of the marines mike?!

[Mike L. Smyth]

well....for what its worth...this is a pretty good poem....it reminds me of some one noble to serve their country....kind of like a marine

[Northern Scribe]

Need to increase the font size to make this more readable. I skimmed it with my old eyes, looks angry, but you have some good lines here. Would like to be able to read it more.
Peace,