Twisted souls
covered in pain-engraved festers
devoured in darkness
Eroded away from maked-hatred
Past falls from your eyes
like blood, ruby danced, tears
your eyes stare endlessly emotionally
Your pity falls on the audacious
losers that schreech and howl
in pity forever in the lonesome boxes
live in
Twisted souls
Blind to the embezled pride
of the pain-strickened
survivors of the lost they so feasibly endured
twisted souls.
J.V.Boyd
My soul is twisted when I read this, Jeff. It's so cool. I love it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poems and u know me, i'll tell the truth about it. they explain me in so many ways. keep it up.Love you! LOL