Open door...

by Alyx   Sep 24, 2009


I crawl my way through broken glass
I'm looking for that open door
Yet still my tears they just won't pass
And here again I'm bleeding some more
So still I crawl towards the open door

My tears are fading
My hate unfolding
My fears I'm trading
For the gun I'm holding
So I'm done crawling for the open door

I place the barrel to my lips
It tastes just like death's sweet embrace
I place a kiss upon it's tip
My final act, far from grace...

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  • 15 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    I liked this; it had a very dark under lying tone to the entire thing. I know that's what you were going for, but it was more of a cynical type of under tone.

    It's a very good poem and I enjoyed it, but I feel that you can write a whole lot better if you don't focus too much on the multi-sylaviacs of poetry.

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