My soul dyed dark with blood stains,
My eyes mask a hidden pain
My soul soaked with others death
The sands of time prevent their final breath
My life lives with hidden lies
My world is soaked with crimson skies
Blood splash red, the cries of the dead
Lying on the brink of death,
Love for my self, never another
Blood splash red, crying in my bed
Dark eyes crying to see their final breath
Going as far as to threaten a life
Scum you are, trash I said
After my defeat, I remember crying in my bed
Explosions so close I could feel the heat
With every one dieing, my heart completes the beat
With souls released every battle, and capture their souls forever
With dieing cries of madness, the soulless bodies are incapable of life
I filled their last moments with thought of strife
wow....and i thougth the other one was great. lol. fanastic.
This one is very good. I like the dark feeling you create with your words. This is a poem that can be felt. I have a question though. In the first line, did you mean to say 'died' or 'dyed' as in colored? I can see how both would work, but if you did intend 'died' then I would put a few elipses(...) after the word in order to avoid any more confusion as to meaning. My soul died...dark with blood stains. Write on young bard.
Awesome poem. I love dark poems like this. You are a really good poet -Tess C.
Very unique, an incredible wave of vocabulary with a mixture of emotions, lovely, keep up the good work
Omigosh! This is an incredable poem you've written! It's so depressing but it's so awesome how you combined your feelings and your love of poetry! That is an excellent poem....If you want you can look up my poems and read them.
I've always had a thing for not so calming poems. And this one, well I can feel the power radeating off of it! And so we go, Paul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly loved the imagry in this poem.