A poem about a very cliche type suicide…first “decent” poem I’ve wrote in a good while…I guess. Her black eyeliner ran down her face As she cried tears of infinite disgrace Her pale white skin turn cold As she made the very last fold To the note she will leave behind There’s nothing more for… Continue reading A Cliche Suicide
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Bethrothed
A greying light shines across the marble tombs. each stone glows a faded silver in the midnight light. alone she stands , head bent, reading. her words are falling, mingling with the tear drops land silently upon an olde and broken stone. “dear beloved, dear betrothed. the sun brings me no light. for its tarnished… Continue reading Bethrothed
The final night
topic – death “I’m leaving” she said with a shivering voice. She had that look in her eyes, like in the first day, lost somewhere in another world, in another time. The look that he was hoping to change. And now he knew that she was never coming back, and nothing can make her stay.… Continue reading The final night