four

I walk through the valley of giants

Elephants walked with me, tusks of ivory

Shine in the sun of glory

Why, who, how,

I walk through the valley of death with you by my side

White as a ghost but

You are there,

With the face of an ant

I walk while talking to myself

Words form in my mouth without my consent

I walk through hell alone

With a mumbling of death

Words die in my mouth

Watch out what you say, it can kill

I see myself in your eyes,

Hate burn

Death die

The play goes on

As the typewriter types the words we say

 

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Whew... I think I just got captured and lost into a jungle of awesome words twisting around me and in my mind like a vine. This is awesome. Love this part and many lines in this:
"You are there,
With the face of an ant"
You had me like this o.O when i read that part with the "face of an ant" haha that is such a unique line! Love it... awesome, how the little lines like this in these writes of yours just make it so... great!

[BeccaB]

this has a differnt feelign and sence behind it i like what your try8ing to say here well atleast i think i know what your on about.