Mechanical Eulogy

by NyellMoonlight   May 13, 2008


There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow,
yet, even the golden hearts unite once again
unlocked with the paintbrushes of ancient past.

Digital elegy begins with suffering-
how many dragons you have slain
depends on the patchwork of unborn tears
that slid softly down your spine.

Our souls are wet, decayed under iron anguish,
so even if we're willing to sell them...
... the devil won't except damaged goods.

    report violation
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  • 15 years ago

    by reJoyce

    Very unique work, nicely done. it really was different and deep. two thumbs up

  • 15 years ago

    by reJoyce

    Very unique work, nicely done. it really was different and deep. two thumbs up

  • 15 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Your last lines were amazing 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Nelle

    I really liked this. It was very deep, and it has a lot of potential. I loved your use of vocabulary, your emotions came out wonderfully. You did an amazing job on this piece. Great job

  • 15 years ago

    by Dark Secrets

    Isn't life so unfair.... but ahhh well, it's all good, sometimes these unfortunate events- with a positive attitude- gets you into fortunate events that get you out of all the pain, at other times, it's these unfortunate events which makes you meet people who help you along the long road of life or it brings you closer to them.

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