dearest naive

09/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Seven)

Screams echo out into the streets

terror laced sound waves detonating

off my decaying eardrums

I am a shadow of my former self

standing over you in this dark alley

scenery wilts around

the death that seeps from my skin

the pores leaking poisonous sweat

dripping on the ashen ground

Beware of a kind face and a

pristine stare, it could be just

a mask that I wear

                     more screams 

you should have listened to 

your friends...

Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

you know, the third stanza has an utter intensity...the words you used hold a super power related to death, decease and anarchy. It really adds to the whole poem a darker feeling. well, It is very well-expressed and your words were exactly screaming out loud. Love it from the beginning to the end.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a great write. That girl must have been stupid. But the character is too beautiful to turn away from. Either way who would want to go into a dark alley after dark? O.o not me. I loved it!!

[realmwriter]

but the curiosity must have drove her to you, your luminescent skin must have been to much for her, she had to know what the glow was. So she drew nearer to where you were. And though you struggle to except what you have become, your hunger overrode any preconceived notions you may have had about being who you have become. Damn it, now I have to keep reading. G Thanx...Lol, no really, I like it. I do believe you have changed how I feel as I said...

[Angel Bluestocking]

You say so many things on the third stanza. It not only applies on your vampiric piece but also in real life.

[Amila Jay]

Hauntingly nice:)

[Ruth]

Chilling again! You have rolled with these love! Brilliant! All have their own unique elements and enough to make the reader tremble with excitement as well as fear lol xoxo

[Eric Cox]

Horror imagery is creatively penned, nicely done.

[SkinlessFrank]

This one reminds me of the time that I pulled my face off and made up some Ossobuco from it.

[White Ink]

This poem fits someone i know. Very good!

[Aidz]

methinks I had better read the other installments... kewl

[R J Askew]

Esp like '...scenery wilts around...' as that is exactly what happened. Also the word scenery makes it all sound sooo unreal, film like. Also like 'pristine stare/mask I wear'

Maybe if you cld add another couple of verses you wld have a really decent lyric.