The annihilaten of a species, Drumming to the beating of my heart. Thumping like the speed of light, But so gentle as a mice. Lay my head, and hear the beeping, And the voices. Tell me to lie, to kill, Another poisoned devils. I'm not saying no one cares, I know that no one cares. For the likes of me sleeping, Is poison in my own mind. Let them get to me, Let them override me. Toxic is the sleep I need, Toxic is the life I breathe. Some how I need to it, To live and to eat. Feed upon these spirits I fear, Now I know I am the only one. To live upon myself, independent, To seek and destroy myself.
is another poisoned devils correct english btw? i think it's another poisened devil and all your poisoned devils is from a perfect circle.. wich you must know.. counting bodies like sheep to the rythem of the war drums
it does? wow thats kool cos i had a system of a down song in my head when i wrote that.. [/b][/quote] lol Anyway, i preffered your last piece of work better but this is still great. A few interuptions in the rhythm but it didn't effect the poem overall. Great job.