Monstrous
Monstrous Books => The Monstrous Library => Topic started by: Sick_Angel13 on August 04, 2008, 12:26:51 PM
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http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/created.html (http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/created.html)
Devoid of Love
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, stricken are we.
The emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
swept away by madness.
All hope must surely perish.
Your soul thrives no more.
How could you do this?
Shadows surround us, crying,
sanctuary.
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Remembrance of My Death
Around, all around, the furies gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my heart.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the dead grass.
In my madness I dance
while oblivion takes my hand.
Now alone, my blood falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is my salvation
Cool stuff, SA... I actually had fun with this one!
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very nice
A God that is Yours
Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always a slave, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my darkened soul.
Blood on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now submitting to
this uncaring Heaven.