Taken by the hands of death
The tides that pulled me under
Thrashing thoughts of vivid dreams
Body and mind asunder.
No sensation left within my bones,
The impact bears too much.
Pallid dreams of lifeless clones
No feeling meets my touch.
Within my body I am gagged and bound,
A haven by dark, obscured.
Sense the coursing, burning heat
To the lake of fire I am lured
The piercing screams,
Drop to my knees
And frown upon the skies.
My deadly dreams
Wake dark reprise
And welcomes our demise.
this poem makes me not want to die...very good discription well done
this is really cool! I don't usually like to read dark poetry, it gets me depressed, but this is great! I think as long as it is good writing, any topic can be wirtten about and be entertaining. It'a interesting to read peoples views on the afterlife since we all believe something different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how you portrayed your perspective through your writing. This poem reminds me of 'Death of A Moth' because in reading this poem it becomes inevitable...but some won't accept the concept.