or sign in with e-mail
Don't have an account? Register Here!
by Ignoris Sep 9, 2008
Dark, fantasy /
This, this pen, it is not real
And this, this paper I scarcely feel
This air, sweet air, I do not breathe
The world, so cold, I somehow seethe
I fear of sitting in a throne
An empty throne made up of stone
And watch the maggots crawl below
Growing with increasing woe
This, this world, a faint illusion
Can't seem to make a mere conclusion
Alone, am I? Self secluded?
Alone, am I? The world excluded* I appreciate every rate and comment, the favor will most definitely be returned, take care
by Still Slightly Broken
Wow. Different and eye catching.
It had a unique message I thought.
Very well done.
5/5 for sure.
Keep it up
by silent turbulence
I love every single line.. and especially the last one...
This one is definitely on my favorite list!
A very good point brought up and another great ryming job. Well done!