Tragedy (of the unspoken)

by NeferNoir   Jan 4, 2007


50 flights up,
the wind feels like ice.
Let go the rain,
the kite will break.
Soaked.
Damped.

Cursed crown,
worn with senseless pride.
A beautiful frown,
lives in prejudice.
Broken.
Frayed.

Spectral macabre,
leaving bloody mess.
Stay pretty,
I wear my best dress.
Jaded.
Drawn.

Betroth said,
paralyze with amnesia.
The coffin laid,
macerate the corpse.
Ragged.
Wrecked.

Bite your tongue until it bleeds,
scream with me the monody.
Deplore my sleepless bed.
Tragedy.

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  • 17 years ago

    by xPerfect Chaosx

    That was a beautiful poem, I loved it!! It has such beautiful flow, and the choice of words was great. I love all your work and can't wait for another poem!! Keep up the awesome work. 5/5!
    Much Love,
    ~*Danielle*~

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    That was a very good poem!
    Awsum job
    !!5/5!!
    Keep up the good work!

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