true horror

06/2013

the spirit of a siren

       obtained by tragedy

speaks from within you

       forming temptation on your lips

helpless you smile

         content in your burial

          the stain left behind

is unmovable

         no matter how much I scrub

it lingers

        marking your beautiful soul

smearing all over your pallor

         growing like malignant lesions 

slowly consuming your vitality

          I cry silently

while the angels scream

Reviews

So this is what I call, the perfect danse macabre, written by your rich vivid imagination. I like you used the siren in this one, which is mostly a oase of temporary bliss, by passing by, hearing the voices sing... but here, it seems, to dig in for eternity, the process of dying, seems to be slow and painful... you have so much magic in your quill my friend, I love reading your work. Thanks for sharing.

- Elisa

[MoriartyMesa]

You have a talent for grabbing the emotion and heart, and ripping it to a new thought.




Always dig your work.

[Ruth]

Goodness...hon...you always did rip the strings out and leave the heart vulnerable lol

This is so melancholy and so you!

x

[chaotic katie]

I really like this peice, people try so hard to regain innocence and save the ones they love but sometimes they are too far gone to ever be saved. A beatiful tragedy, nicely written.

[Bradley]

Nice, I especially like the first three lines. Gives a feeling of helplessly drifting towards a black hole, but kind of liking it.