well im still borred so here comes another poem... >.
strugging to keep the candle burning
Enemies surrounding me blowing their cold breath,
hoping to extunguish the flame
my candle,lit be the last of my matches, is suble, but it is them
eating at the last strand of wick
melting the last drop of wax
then.....darkness, alone
laughter, wicked laughter screams in my ear
the coldness rips at my skin
depriving me of my heat
I breath in the emptiness around me
taking it in as air, but choking as if it were smoke
smoke blackeing me within
it is no longer the darkness around me
that torchures and distroys my flesh
its the darkness within
that distroys what was once
was scared
the distruction feeds on my soul
the hatred burned.in my heart
the lies upon my tongue
the hurt flowing through my fingeres
morals lost, and sins gained
Lost, forever lost
meep....it goes to sow how bored i am...haha...not dissing any one who writes poems tho...just when i get bored i write...well here ya go..whadda think?
Enemies surrounding me blowing their cold breath,
hoping to extunguish the flame
my candle,lit be the last of my matches, is suble, but it is them
eating at the last strand of wick
melting the last drop of wax
then.....darkness, alone
laughter, wicked laughter screams in my ear
the coldness rips at my skin
depriving me of my heat
I breath in the emptiness around me
taking it in as air, but choking as if it were smoke
smoke blackeing me within
it is no longer the darkness around me
that torchures and distroys my flesh
its the darkness within
that distroys what was once
was scared
the distruction feeds on my soul
the hatred burned.in my heart
the lies upon my tongue
the hurt flowing through my fingeres
morals lost, and sins gained
Lost, forever lost
meep....it goes to sow how bored i am...haha...not dissing any one who writes poems tho...just when i get bored i write...well here ya go..whadda think?