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| 22 Aug 2015 07:21 PM |
Cast every name away to the gates of purgatory, May they be lost to it's ancestral whispers, Erased from the memories of all. Any shadow hidden in the lightless shading, Of the highest peaks, bone specks scattered across the earth, accompanied by an abundance of necrotic beings, Surrounded by decaying ruins and fossils of dead lands. Organics melted away to dust and bone, Drink thy corpses till your threshold, Before the damned earth stole it whole. One by one, sympathy petals fell from the dead, Roots swollen red, bound to a single thread, Flying through an endless maze with the tempest. Soon, all things wilted with a reality gone to dust, No suffering, no pain, no emotion, just nothing. They went and they moved on. Born not, love not, cry not, Leave thy corporeal self, and accept thy soul to the perfection that's oblivion. ------------------- The creator of this poem is me. Inspired by a great artist and my feelings. Please send me feedback and suggestions. I can take harsh feedback and suggestions(As long if it's smart and helpful.)
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| 22 Aug 2015 07:29 PM |
| I'll answer any questions about the poem with the best of my ability. Just ask. |
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| 22 Aug 2015 07:31 PM |
much better
my only complaint is that "it's" needs to be "its" if it's a possessive, but it's pretty good otherwise |
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