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Black roses
Upon this lonely grave
Darkness all around
Suffocating me
A flash of the blade
And crimson blood flows
Dripping to the ground
The only testimony of my presence
Before I leave
Forever
Upon this lonely grave
Darkness all around
Suffocating me
A flash of the blade
And crimson blood flows
Dripping to the ground
The only testimony of my presence
Before I leave
Forever
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Literature
haemophobia
crimson paint
immersing my canvas,
soaked: choked
into darkness
falling
calling your name
stalling each
after breath
i am crawling the carpet
ignoring burns, cuts:
let the blood stain
you forecasted warm rain
to wash through
my digested chills--
[were you there
in this
metallic nightmare?]
Literature
Prayer
To the Faith, I prayed
To the Faith, I prayed
For the weak hearted
For the weak willed
To the Faith, I prayed
To the Faith, I prayed
For the ones that endured
For the ones that fell
To the Faith, I prayed
To the Faith, I prayed
For all that suffered
For all that was lost
To the Faith, I prayed
To the Faith, I prayed
For their hope to come
For their courage to come
To the Faith, I prayed
To the Faith, I prayed
That light may come
That light may shine
To the Faith, I prayed
To the Faith, I prayed
And still I hoped
And still I prayed
Literature
Reign in Blood
I have seen the fears that scar you so deeply,
the blood that boils inside these constricted veins.
I see the hatred that burns so brightly,
and the anguished soul amongst the remains.
I can taste of your insecurities
and I know they wound you like the sharpest of blades.
They are the fuel for the worst of your nightmares
and through the terror, humanity fades.
So sleep and dream deeply,
as you are fed from agony's cup.
For soon the Mad King will march again,
And he will need a scion to reign in blood...
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I like this one, it's like both a premise/epitath for something. It's obviously more an ending than a beginning, but it feels like a small story in itself so it could also be a sort of media res poem for we to see how we'd got here. Very good, you can do a lot with so few words