Of A Thousand Pins I lay here, in the emptines without any fear Even as the needles peirce, my heart it works The black top bleeds, liqufying all my dreams Darkness covers me, in the blanket of infinity The blood it pours, on and on in a river There are no gentle words, and every tear will fall as I shed, tears of love become blood that wraps around my emptiness In the light, The dark still finds me The ticking clock of a thousand pins pressing down into my rotting flesh Peeling the skin, the fear has began My heart it beats, as I reach for what is in front of me Every needle has been soaked and now my eyes are red The black tops gone and is now my dying bed Darkness infront and way behind, if I blink, I'll be swallowed alive All the bllod it pours onto the river of pain There are no gently words, insomina falls like rain ANd ever tear will colaspe as I shed Tears of love, become my emptiness In the light, The dark still finds me The ticking clock of a thousand pins pressing down into my rotting flesh Peeling the skin, the fear has began In the light, The dark still finds me (In the night, the light misses me) The ticking clock of a thousand pins Pressing down into my rotting flesh (The ungoing screams of infinate voices) peeling the skin.. Peeling.. The fear has just began The ticking clock of a thousand pins Pressing down into my rotting flesh Peeling the skin, the fear has began In the light, The dark still finds me..
i love the line "In the light, The dark stiff finds me". It's a beautiful poem..the desperation clearly showing itself through all the blood. yet, it's kind of stiff. you have to make it a little more flexible, a lil more...wild and unbelieveable in a less gorious way. good job!