Theory

by Angel Demetrice   Sep 16, 2008


With acid to spill through my veins,
with darkness too black as coal,
i stand in this storm acid rains,
and to burn it so cold with my soul,

My acid to them is like a disease,
My darkness it crawls into there nightmares,
Once inside it starts to freeze,
And acid eats all your cares,

Chaos rules my world with no order,
Chaos clings to my darkness acid bound,
Care was something I could feel across the border,
And now what is left of me is nothing but a sound.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Wings Of A Raven

    People say there soul is cold and acid runs throw there veins but what i see is a man who has been hurt to many times to count and cant even relay on the friends around him. or maybe I'm wrong and there is someone there. i don't really know you so i cant say anything.. but what i have got from your poems is your heart is to hurt for you to show so you put up a mask so no one will see the hurt in side. but like i said that's just what i think.

  • 15 years ago

    by Grace

    Hey loved the poem!! =) i gave it a 5/5!!!

  • 15 years ago

    by Please hold me tight so I know you will never leave

    The poem speaks out to me. and I love it so! good job well done.

  • 15 years ago

    by PHOEBIX

    Nice. Reads like song lyrics. :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Diva the Chiropteran Queen and a Brokencyde and a Twilight Fan

    Love how it starts lol

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