Phantom Pain

by Renegade Angel   Oct 31, 2011


Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my heart.
It slays me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the dead grass.
In a frenzy I try to run
while oblivion laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is Hell

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  • 12 years ago

    by L

    Okay, now I'm enjoying dark poems even more. This piece is splendid. You and other poets like "vi vire..." just surprised me with your dark poetry. And sometimes I can't comment because the pieces jut leave me speechless. Good job.

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Yet another beautiful and dark piece from your side.

    My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my heart.

    ^ This is just idk.. .awesome. The image this context creates and the reference of the doom's scythe falling against the authors heart is splendid.

    Very well written.

  • 13 years ago

    by Reaper

    I can feel this 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by La Reina De Corazones

    Wow i can litteraly see this! :)

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