The massacre of Innocence

by Goth marionette   Mar 12, 2008


In the dark light of the speechless bound,
When I dance alone on the bloody ground.
When my pain breaks the satanic silence,
The stars will redden the holy part of darkness.

That is what's left from the SCREAM of mine,
While everyday just brings me closer to death line.
My innocence was plundered out of me,
And now I'm weaker than I would ever be.

"Silence never makes victims" people said.
Tortured and even my tears r not allowed to be shed.
My bones are injured by the raping shadows.
It feels like thistles going through my forgotten ashes.

I'm nothing but a living thing with broken nails.
Agony blooms in my skin like a bleeding black rose.
Fate letters haven't been written just to let me suffer,
But sins turn the sweet memories into bitter.

The screaming echoes of my massacre haunt me,
And my devotion was lost in the palm of destiny.
Sorrow keeps slitting the air from my throat,
While my killers r gone and won't ever get caught.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Heba

    Wonderful and Breathcatching.I am suffering of being silent too,and people as you said don't understand what can silence do to some sad or depressed,it could kill him.As well as this, the title of the poem is really beautiful and so touching.

    well done,well written5\5...

  • 16 years ago

    by Shellaine shelli

    This was absolutely amazing...
    You have me speechless.
    I honestly don't know what to say
    (Yet again...)
    Your words are truly haunting and really
    make me think.
    This was such a powerful and deep read.
    Your words were so strong
    and sent an instant chill up my spine
    due to their intensity and power.
    You really have such a stunning and unique style
    that haunts the readers thoughts
    and keeps them reading!!
    Amazing poem!!

  • 16 years ago

    by La La xx Beth

    This was quite amazing. I got your message completely.

    The screaming echoes of my massacre haunt me
    And my devotion was lost in the palm of destiny
    Sorrow keeps slitting the air from my throat
    While my killers r gone and won't ever get caught

    ^That's my favorte part too, so much passion in only four lines.

  • 16 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    Wow. This was so strong and yet full of anger and loss. I loved it. Please keep up the good work!
    5/5

    With Love,
    -Ally

  • 16 years ago

    by PoetryKnight

    Another brilliant poem. cograt's to you on this poem.

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