Posted October 22, 200916 yr Wrote this in car the other day on my phone. Comments/Critiques greatly appreciated. wormwood. [align=center]Whisper after whisper- Lie after lie- You called me yours, and I called you mine. Serenades of fear and dread slip into my ears- The hope I once had has mutated into fear. They once called you an angel, beautiful, everyone could easily tell- But now you are a monster, fallen from heaven to hell. The temptress called The Blade un-knits my skin, I watch myself bleed- Your raspy, blood-curdling voice persuades me you're everything I need. The crimson drops slowly cascade onto the deserted earth below, releasing the last pieces of hope I have left- Maybe this would have been different if we had never met. You devious, cunning snake, you were simply a beautiful lie- But now it's far too late, for the shroud of black that fills my eyes as if on cue reminds me it is time to die.[/align]
October 27, 200916 yr Deep, meaningful. I LIKE IT:) Its very..dark tho. I'd aim for a more..positive? ending. I dont know. Thats just what id do. REALLY GOOD THO.
November 3, 200915 yr Author Thanks. (: And lol, I have trouble writing uplifting, positive stuff. I have fallen into the darkside and now I'm stuck.
Wrote this in car the other day on my phone.
Comments/Critiques greatly appreciated.
wormwood.
[align=center]Whisper after whisper-
Lie after lie-
You called me yours, and I called you mine.
Serenades of fear and dread slip into my ears-
The hope I once had has mutated into fear.
They once called you an angel, beautiful, everyone could easily tell-
But now you are a monster, fallen from heaven to hell.
The temptress called The Blade un-knits my skin, I watch myself bleed-
Your raspy, blood-curdling voice persuades me you're everything I need.
The crimson drops slowly cascade onto the deserted earth below, releasing the last pieces of hope I have left-
Maybe this would have been different if we had never met.
You devious, cunning snake, you were simply a beautiful lie-
But now it's far too late, for the shroud of black that fills my eyes as if on cue reminds me it is time to die.[/align]