poetry

[Rûdhaglarien]

HobbitChick88, Starr Polish, and Elfmaster XK... I love all three of those. This is one I like of mine... 'tis still not very good.


[Cursed] of the [Sickness][Cured] with the [Pain] 9/4/2002

Paint me the color of the sky
Fall into your mind
And corrupt your soul
Fill your mind with lewd thoughts of simplicity
Let your eyes scream hypocracy
Just like your mouth saw red
The blood red of horror
And the fear of the knife
That cut your soul
And bled your wrist
The copper of rust
Because your blood, just as you,
Wasn't pure anymore
So it wasn't innocent crimson
But tainted gold
And slowly faded grey- to black
Locked away in mystery
And given to the surreal
Of all the tire tracks that criss-cross my world,
Yours cut deepest.



I know... bad teenage poetry.