Journey of a Desperate Soul

by Corruption   Nov 8, 2007


Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone.
No one hears,
My deathly plea.
I pray for death.
A curtain of darkness,
to warm my soul.
My frigid soul,
A block of ice.
Slowly dripping,
Till there is nothing left,
But a puddle of mud.
Down through the dirt;
Like a worm,
Going deeper,
And deeper.
While it gets hotter,
And hotter.
Till finally I'm home,
In a burning hell.
Tis where i belong!

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  • 17 years ago

    by HaileyHelen

    Yet again a beautiful poem!

  • 17 years ago

    by Dying Beautifully

    Different than the other two but equally as good. I liked your wording and the ending was something that makes it even more understandable. Good job Keenan

  • 17 years ago

    by The Sky is Falling

    THis poem is different butinteresting. I liked it and wrote it out so well. Keep up the great job. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Anonymous Angel

    Hey,
    an awesome poem, nice choice of words, I enjoyed reading it. I like dark poems and this one is just great;) sorry for the short comment but I don't have anything else to say O.o
    keep up the good work 5/5
    kisses stephanie

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