Cold Death

by Archangel   Jul 2, 2007


We cry, we bleed, we kneel and we scream
torturing our souls for a hopeless dream.
My heart is shattered and i can't see,
he's dying away like a withering tree.

I look ahead, i look through time,
and i don't see anything, not even a shrine.
I am dead to the world, forever to stay
no one will cry and no one will pray.

Here i am laying to waste,
left to rot never to life taste.
I have been forgotten and there is nothing of me,
not even a sweet memory of what i used to be.

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  • 17 years ago

    by angelv666

    What a great poem, sad but great.

  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    Great poem. It is full off emotions. I like your vocab and atmosphere is incredible. Well done,5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Taz

    Holy moly i loved it all the way top job!!!!!
    ~Taz~

  • 17 years ago

    by Stephanie Naylor

    Sweet memory or sweat memory?Ok, well it was actually a really good poem ,i loved it.The only think i had a problem with was in this stanza...

    "Here i am laying to waste, left to
    rot never to taste Love"

    It doesnt rhyme like everything else.But the poem is so good it doesnt matter.

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