by Unrequited Jan 12, 2006
category :
Dark, fantasy /
dark, horror
Standing tall, the fire blaze rises from the grave. waiting at the door to greet your negativity, with the knife it deserves. skin carved off the bones. i breathe it in, the evil carnation. all the scars from my face disappear into the realm with no beginning. now i am on my way to becoming nothing. i light the match, as i empty that can of fuel. |
by pain is me
Great job...its f u c k i n g amazing... |
by firexflys
A lil long kinda hard to read maybe break it up more... but over all nice job |
Rather long but well done. The words were excellent. The flow was nice. Great job. |
Wow, this is a really good poem, you have written this really well. I loved your choice of words and the way it read. |