Untitled Death

• Artist: a robot with human hair
• Description: NO, it's not an emo-ish poem about wishing for some preps death. THAT'S for the scene-team. (no offence to anyone). This is an ACTUAL poem that practically has NOTHING to do with death.
  
  Enjoy.
  
  PS;; You DARE even take ONE LINE out of this thing, and I will not be scared to hack your computer, find out where you live, and skin. You. ALIVE.
• Date: 07/08/2009
• Tags: untitled death

When the stars touch the skies
I see the everlasting cries

The pain and withering
So disdain and bothering

How you live is how you see
What we do is you and me

The blues and reds
We stay asleep in our beds

Must we live a life of pain
Shall we live on in blood stain

The hands we use, dirty and unclean
The bodies we have, filthy and lean

Will the fabrics of time open again
Shall this hurt finally win

The tears that fall from their cheeks
The cries of help from little bird’s beaks

I ask and ask again
Shall we fight and ever win

Will love find my pain and desire
May my pain burn like fire

Three words shiver in the moonlight
The stars cry surely with fright

All pale and untrusting
All dead and unblushing

Shall the ghosts ever haunt me
Shall the pain ever taunt thee

Wishes are dreams
Dreams from our mind’s little schemes

Will we live on and finally win
Or shall it stay a forever sin

With the bark on the tree never so soft
The sky tumbles down with mine ever so aloft

Two little words slither like snakes
Ever so wondering with these quakes

The crimson eyes that show fear
The blood on my hands that tell I’m here

Taunting, haunting me of my past
The wind blows a gust, a blast

Glasses hang like little chimes
Over and over again are my times

The ripple sin the surface ever so undone
The pain has turned away from its fun

I see and see again
The war will never win

One word slips past my lips
Your hands rest on my hips

It is death and hatred I have for you
Why must the sky be ever so blue

For I look and fly to the clouds
The tall buildings only mounds

I fear hurt and pain
My thoughts are of the silver rain.

Comments

[Dr Scheisskopf]

its coo but I'm listening to empty promise within... Its kinda true SO I just wanted to read your poems. that rhyme scheme shure does wack some shXP outa a lot of poems. so koo

[The Lonely Palace]

The rhyme scheme is good and all but it just seems like a statement, as in it doesn't seem to move with any emotion, it's just line and rhyme after line and rhyme. By the way, Dare**, No offense >.<