Tainted Virtues (Acrostic)

by TAinted vįŕťues   Oct 5, 2004


The sorrow of these puppets...
All confined in wooden cadavers...
Inside the eternal pantomime...
Night fades into the bleeding roses...
Traversing across death and darkness...
Engulfed in this ghastly reality...
Divine death...shimmering like a mirage...

Vehement deluges of crimson rain...
Icy clutches of salty freedom...
Rattles in my bed....
This edges along folderol...but...
United with insanity...you will...
Elysian corpses of faith...
Solitary martyrs in this falderal...

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 20 years ago

    by TAinted vįŕťues

    Thanx mate...actually y i see wat u mean

  • 20 years ago

    by Nefarius

    ^ i also have poems i worked hard on and spent many time, cause to the structure i want to have it, but i do not like them less, quite the contrary i like them because i know what hard work it was to get the right words in right order, see what i mean?

  • 20 years ago

    by Lexi Lou

    awesome poem! i loved it! keep in touch!
    lexi lou

  • 20 years ago

    by TAinted vįŕťues

    Aaaahh finally someone asked me this...u might find this weird but i really wanted to see how good a poem i cud write mechanically...that is without feeling wat u rite...i wrote this conciously. As in normally my poems are written by me when i am in a particular mood similar to being drunk. Hope u knoe wat i mean

  • 20 years ago

    by Nefarius

    you wrote a poem that you don't like yourself ? that's strange, why then you hav it written down?

More Poems By TAinted vįŕťues