cursed

we arer cursed

in this ipod generation

to breed or blled

sink or swim

dead may falls and tears may drop

just hope pray that it stops the clock

flock to a sacred land but run from the sinners

dead to be

walking a shadow in broad daylight

like the first kill of a new spring

the gutters now filled

stood over the bath

watching the blod drain from your vains

and drip slowly down a deep dark hole to wherever you dont know quit where

we are cursed

cursed to be alive

cursed to walk the streets longing for something anything

to lift the curse they left on us

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

It makes me wanna think twice.
very creative poem

[armadillo]

I have copied in the poem because i liked it until where I have put brackets in. I think that end bit doesnt add anything to the rest- its repeatintg the same thought but not as well. Whereas if you had ended where the bracket is ... you have a strong thoughtful end to a good poem...the blood goes..i don't know quite where.
Hope this helps

we arer cursed

in this ipod generation

to breed or blled

sink or swim

dead may falls and tears may drop

just hope pray that it stops the clock

flock to a sacred land but run from the sinners

dead to be

walking a shadow in broad daylight

like the first kill of a new spring

the gutters now filled

stood over the bath

watching the blod drain from your vains

and drip slowly down a deep dark hole to wherever you dont know quit where

(we are cursed

cursed to be alive

cursed to walk the streets longing for something anything

to lift the curse they left on us)