Lullaby of a lost forgettable spirit

Lullaby of a lost forgettable spirit

A Poem by Metal Orchid

'Autumn turns into winter
Life decays into rotten death
The whispering voices of those untold stories remain unconquered
I count the days of my misery, from the grave that I built
The stars in the eastern sky has turned gloomy now and my mother's hand into bones
I glare into my own shadow, craving for its own existence
Vehemently I deny it's purity and I wish demise would happen for decadence!
Around the whirling wind of nihilty, I found the existence of my purity
Through your path, I walk down with the inverted cross
Ageless still I am, and a rebel forever
Though I crave for your touch, the serpentine kiss
Come and bite my vein before the dawn arise
Let the rain of blood reprise...'

© 2014 Metal Orchid


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It is innevitable and mostly obvious by now, through times of grace and when all is going fine then we seem to sleep into life and we think mostly we deserve that. No a thankyou on site, so when we face hardship we tend to twist it and turn it so we can digest it easily. As if any of us would say thankyou so much for making it difficult for me... So it turns to be a journey of discovery , ardous , trecharous, and like in this writing which to me is very beautifully put at the end with open arms definatly , invoking : Go on then! Make me blled for I am human! Want it? Come and get it!.

Thankyou.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Metal Orchid

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your generous view :)



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"the inverted cross"-its a nice phrase.... We walk down the path of life without realising with each step we take we move closer to our doom. As we near the grave we realise-what has life to do with me.I am gonna be dust afterall.But your last line landed hard.Yeah life!! wanna fight?? Bring it on!! Thats the instinct we should have. this poem reminded me of my poem "Hunting down woes"... Nice write . *God bless you*

~Sophy

Posted 9 Years Ago


Metal Orchid

9 Years Ago

thank you for your beautiful words :)
Well done metal orchid.
Vivid images come to life in your words.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Metal Orchid

9 Years Ago

I am glad that I am able to portray :) thank you
all the words seem to flow. liked the way you described things. well written.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Metal Orchid

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot for your words :)
It is innevitable and mostly obvious by now, through times of grace and when all is going fine then we seem to sleep into life and we think mostly we deserve that. No a thankyou on site, so when we face hardship we tend to twist it and turn it so we can digest it easily. As if any of us would say thankyou so much for making it difficult for me... So it turns to be a journey of discovery , ardous , trecharous, and like in this writing which to me is very beautifully put at the end with open arms definatly , invoking : Go on then! Make me blled for I am human! Want it? Come and get it!.

Thankyou.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Metal Orchid

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your generous view :)

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Metal Orchid
Metal Orchid

Bangalore, Earth, India



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