TANTRUM

fragile pen and twisted tongue

shimmering sense the glare is gone

sticks and bones, rythm and tones

an enigmatic thought, a never ending song

needles and pins, knives and swords

a torniquet between you and the floor

angels and demons, beauty and gore

devour and give in, to hate and adore

fight fire with ice, as cold as them heart

fight the darkness inside, fight the eye at prowl

move and be moved by this lament of my soul 

as the night feeds the sun and the sun in your thoughts.

Reviews

[Anna]

I hate poems that have the rhyme at the end I mean come on but this is very good lol I loves it :)

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. smiling ... at your remarkable brilliance ... that's quite an image of the sun ... i hope the sun rains some ... and not just reigns some ...