Hostile Chorus

by Ð맆îñ¥   Mar 28, 2005


Feel the vibes
Feel the jibes
Let’s dance the pain away
Free this night, pretend I’m not afraid

Feel the beat
Hits me on the street
Water of puddles pounds my ears
No one to judge, I’ve forgotten my peers

Wait one moment
While I wish away the bruise
The strikes of blood, and your torment
Blood and water mix together and confuse

But in the moonlight only the eyes stand
No worries for what your heart may demand
We’re slipping; I’m falling through the sinking sand
My newly painted eyes finally know you do not understand’

Feel the rhythm of the fist on my face
One last dig then I’m left in disgrace
Wearily watching but gone without trace
I’m left forgotten in this forsaken place

Erase the memories of my dying figure
Back to reality, somehow disfigured
For something is lacking, something is missing
Somehow I feel you’re back, with death I’m kissing
Rolling on, too little time for reminiscing
The music is changed, all I hear is hissing

**wasn't sure wheere to place this as it is sad but still concerned with love and possibly dark**

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  • 19 years ago

    by Brookeღ

    Very unique loved the poem! It defiantly belongs under the dark poems I don't know where u had it before! Great work! Check out some of mine if u would please Thanx and Take Care! Brooke

  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    I'd put it in dark poems, very creative and the title really lures u in! -5

    Heather

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