Soren Valentine


Irritation Of Hollow Shells - Poem by Soren Valentine

The ground is saturated with blood.
On cue, the raven's harp chimes.
There's nothing but a black rose bud.
Why O why do you people act like mimes?
Just speak! Out of this rut.
Stop worrying about my feelings.
Don't you know I don't have any?
My life you are stealing.
This hollow shell is like a penny.
It goes in circles, trying to please people.
It thinks it the way to happiness,
when it really just fell into a deep hole.
It drowns in eternal nothingness.

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I actually just wrote this...so let's see what people think.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012


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