Fatal symphoniesA Poem by fatalsymphonies
Barbed wire traces the unloved, Death deceives like the devil's hot breath,
Raspberry sweetness chills the tips of our tongues, oh no, don't land upon the angel's tough virtues, (like glassy wings that never land her feet to the ground.) Her nails grasp tightly but she never has gleamed a different shade of rainbow, bright blackness of blues, or satin gleaming greys... A lovely fog shimmers behind her lips, As if the world spins her breath Her perilous lust for words... her dangerous melodies ring faintly... (Her words fly with freedom, orderless and obtained by the exhales of the winds) A clarity of wind chimes ding so finely, a lovely chasm of voices, hers... breaking her screams into soft melodies lacy velveteen confinements, Why don't you sing with her, {Why don't you} sing with her As she flies, spreading her wings to be Free... Don't you see? ...must you look? She's a beauty, --soulless, empty-- All in herself, Can't you see, A silent abyss, how she's free Of her blazing colors, ....your touch, your voice, your existence is aching with her at free fall, She's a woven verse of a song, She's a fatal symphony
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Added on March 14, 2011Last Updated on March 14, 2011 AuthorfatalsymphoniesNCAboutI'm just your average Fatal Symphony... Sometimes I write stories, other times poetry. Ache with me? more..Writing
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