Empty

by TiMe hEaLs aLL wOuNdS   May 6, 2009


Still it kills,
Within every vain.
It aches without remorse,
Burns with pain.

The demon rushes through my blood
Holding on tight.

The angels wings have been taken,
Doomed on flying to the light.

With no intentions on giving up,
Smiles with hate and glee.
So hard to get away,
You have taken it all!
What more do you want from me?

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  • 14 years ago

    by AMoreMIo

    Excellent poem...
    very nice use of words..
    great piece..

  • 14 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Still it kills,
    Within every vain.
    It aches without remorse,
    Burns with pain.

    *I like how you started this. The use of loose syntax is intresting. It adds to the emotions.*

    The demon rushes through my blood
    Holding on tight.

    The angels wings have been taken,
    Doomed on flying to the light.

    *Did you mean to put a space in between those two stanzas, if you did tha's clever. I felt like you were pausing. Like it*

    With no intentions on giving up,
    Smiles with hate and glee.
    So hard to get away,
    You have taken it all!
    What more do you want from me?

    *I really like this poem. I would go back and make the last stanza have fou lines lik the first. I love the emotions and imagery. Very nice work. Nik*

  • 14 years ago

    by Happy With A New Start

    I love your poem it has this weird thing to me that i understand i'm in love with your poems hun...

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