Dee Ebil

by Richard Machado   Jun 18, 2007


So here I lay, frost and bitter;
Only dreams, hopes shall glitter.

Shall I croak this early morning;
And, be gotten for adorning

The thoughts of boarding
A pale blue mourning;

And, for listening
To the devils whistling.

Heed or not, the choice is mine,
Either way Ill be fine.

Ripping skin or limping wind
Ive got fire, or clouds within.

My halo shines a red crimson;
My pitch fork dies, then lives again.

Deep inside, may the dark reside;
Ive an angel heart (That knows Ive lied).

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  • 17 years ago

    by kristina

    Hey richie wats up

  • 17 years ago

    by Lisa

    Wow great write,felt the words
    keep it up!
    -Lisa

  • 17 years ago

    by Viola

    Wow this is such a great poem!..it kept me interested untill the very last word.
    great style and amazing use of words.
    keep it up! =]
    --Viola

  • 17 years ago

    by Lozbi

    Wow! well done. keep up the good work
    .x

  • 17 years ago

    by RavishingEruption

    Wow. would you expain the meaning of it? It could mean lots of things. That was the most amazing poem I have EVER read. The words are like Poe's. Very dark but descriptive. They make you feel as if you are in the dead of winter with the bitter wind blowing you away. It was trully riviting. loved it. 5/5

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