Canvas

by Wings Of Flames   Jun 14, 2006


Today is my contempt,
Rain pours through my eye,
Pain disgusts my mind,
As I defend the flaming sky,

Forgotten, gone forever,
Alone I start to quake,
Extinguishing my spirit,
My soul for demons to take,

Silence is a scream,
Pierced through a lonley death,
We're all born to die,
With our first then last breath,

Cherished to an end,
Until we're used,
Never. in a photograph,
Blackheart abused,

Frozen in time but not to forget,
Why stay when you can go?
Why change when you can stay?
Why forget what you already know?

Beautiful skin canvas',
Pastel crimson paint,
An artwork with each stroke,
But with no heart to taint.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Bl0oDyAnGeLeYeZ

    Ur poem is beautiful and flows very good...5/5 nice work...

  • 18 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    I liked the last stanza with teh analogy/ simile of the skin being a canvas with the crimson paint. very creative. very beautiful. ttyl, Em.
    love Suz