Upon death I wake,
upon face, a fake smile I immitate,
madness past the average,
I laugh at such sanity,
Crimson is gone she's past the living,
Death touched, held by bones,
I've longed for such an icy embrace,
Swallowed by the euphoria of gasps,
I eat my fate.
A figment of what was,
A past the present longed to forget,
Blinded by specks of blood,
Wrists crying out their immortal love,
They weep because they know
of the smile a farse upon a Sarrowful face.
Amazing poem Crim, , i give you 10++++ for this one...check my new ones if you have time..great write sister!
A good poem. My favourite line was Wrists crying out their immortal love. Powerful stufff
powerfully emotionally poetic words that I can relate to. Keep it up! !
WOW that was breath taking very well writen and its such a powerful pieces great job
ABSOLUTELY PERFECT! again reading your poems brings so much emotion and passion! your an amazing poet whatever you do dont change! i love the way you write i can relate like no other poem i read b4 ~Bella
Woa dark and foreboding. I completely adored this poem; as always =)
Very dark again, sometimes you have to look past death, And see whats in the living. A fantastic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my God! Strong emotions are shown here, once I read it I felt a shiver! Keep up the good work :) You are talented!