The Tormentor.

I don't know how to describe this as the poem is a description in itself, some will understand, some would rather not.

When did the shiny things turn dim?
Silver to grey,
Sharp to blunt,
I look at them all in D~i~S~m~@~y,
I miss the lines they drew,
So I drew them with more ferocity,
The lines that stared at me wanting more peers to join their [[section]],
To join their crying out day after day,
Sometimes they wouldn't cry, but sit silently mourning their peers who faded away,
Wondering when the next day of turmoil  would increase their numb3rs,
Or just make them a little more...alive?
Let them p o u r out until the black hole closed their eyes,
Till the next day of turmoil  they cried, till the next day of turmoil.
Regret didn't diminish them once the pain hit,
No thoughts of love could stop them win,
Selfishness was their life source, my sin,
Feeding off of me till courage flees & they lose again, for a little while.
Till the next time,
Their voices screech reminding me what I can and can't do,
But now it doesn't reach me anymore,
So they grow, deepen, protrude...hurt.

 

Author's Note

Thought I'd use a bit of dirty pretty since its a pretty deep poem nd stuff. Yeh hope you like it, was written in a slightly messed up mind frame but yeh it turned out alright.

Reviews

[Everything Happens For ..]

i likes it
i likes a lot

xo

[Secondhand Tink]

Tankies muchly I was feeling rather outside myself when I wrote this twas odd...

[Spilled Her Guts in Cur..]

I likes it! Tis a very well written piece with a very mature-sounding voice ^^

[Wildecat]

Very nice writing, a creative piece using different size letters and colors. Well done.

[Anonymous Shadow]

love dirty pretty ^_^

might i suggest re-dirtying-prettying it up? maybe make grow grow in size? so each letter is bigger than the next?

otherwise.............. melikes mucherly.