Some people I know have already read this, I posted it once before. But I worked on it a little last night, and have added a few bits. Hiding in the shadows under the sun Fall from the earth with no where to run Enemy, the liar, grip the truth and keep hold Before lies consume and your soul is sold Crippling reveries are taking place His chaotic escape I’ve lost the faith Fall from the earth to the hell Cast into the darkness, a hellish realm Fall from the heaven unto the hell And follow the beautiful angel that once fell… Into light Into gold A story is told Life of a man with no one to hold Bruised and beaten until life forced him to fold Collapsed under a spell, this part of the story untold Life of a man whose heart grew cold as stone Thrown out of his perfect home Mirror spits out a familiar face Creased with wrinkles, yet perfected, create… The blood that flows and boils inside our veins A fact, a window of this hate That swells inside my already chosen fate Fall from the earth to the hell And be cast into the darkness, his hellish realm I’ll turn my back on the heaven to receive the hell And follow the beautiful angel who once fell… Into darkness The crippling hate Fumes of love ventilate As the hate escalates Life of a man with only one to hold Bruised, beaten, forced to fold Life of a man who’s heart soars Chose a different path so the heart began to mold I escape from this bullshit world (Perfect world, why the killing? Why do you alone have the ability, To create sadness in a world already worthy of nothing?) Clutch the truth and never let go Clutch the belief and choke until blood swells from the throat And as the fires burn and the cries ignite Scream out your fears and face the light Swallow your peace and fall within Hold on as you give birth to sin Exhale slowly and silently breath in The scent of evil blooms, Evil becomes your home again A story is told Life of a man with no one to hold Love failed him Life left him Bruised and beaten until life forced him to fold Thrown out of his perfect home Hated and despised he now chases the thrown Story of a man who cannot die and does not grow old (What truth is there in fables Fiction equals entertainment... Entertained yet?)
man, you've got a masterpiece! congrats, this is a very good poem. keep it up, man! dont u stop writing!
Thanks much. [/b][/quote] you're welcome. by the way, I'd be honored if someone like you would post on my poems. I'd like to hear your opinion. you are very talented