12:28
15/04/07
Human carcasses lay all around him
A silent voice still lingers
The Last scream grows silent
The murmur in his ear stops
What he may have accomplished
Will no longer matter
As he glances at his face
A reflexion in a puddle of blood
Expression without words
Human lives ceased around him
Happiness for he survived
He looks for his severed hand
It lies next to what was him
A crushed body lying limp
What he was doesn't matter
Cause what he is means nothing
A soul apart from everything he once was
Lost forever without saying goodbye
-Stained
3 comments:
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verry dark. though u r a good poet, very good with words, exceptional at times.. there is sumthin amiss in this..
i cant say, write cheery poems or sumthin, coz as far as i have seen, u seem to follow a sombre genre n u write best ( my guess!) wen u r depressed. along the lines of wat i write! so cheers mr F n keep writing.
aynat
You know I don't like your depressing poems...but this one...hmmm...there's something abt it...it's better than the others.