BarbarousBill Posted January 17, 2016 Share Posted January 17, 2016 Wilting the flower, Seeing the bereaved, Black revelry. High gazing tower, Protector of saved, Flowers on top. Stabbing him joyful, His eyes, so sad, dark, Glee within me. All within mournful, So bland, pale, and stark, I do not care. What have I done now, This dread act been done, Empty, no soul. To him we all bow, Our beautiful son, Beauty alive. My loving savior, Dead now, as before, Where is my art? All there in stupor, Blissfully no gore, I have no soul. White bones turn to dust, Eyes within don't see, What have I done? All here have great lust, Why must these folks be, Witnesses to life. Paint on the walls black, Organ music plays, Each note my doom. His body once snack, His wine blood repays, Oblivion. Light begins to distract me, Bright blue, And green. What could it be that I see? So true, Not mean. The funeral home is so sad, Escape, Free bird. Everyone is very mad, Eyes gape, Black dread. Stepping out the door, what joy, The world, Her laugh. Peace. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
onesteak Posted February 16, 2016 Share Posted February 16, 2016 Wilting the flower, Seeing the bereaved, Black revelry. High gazing tower, Protector of saved, Flowers on top. Stabbing him joyful, His eyes, so sad, dark, Glee within me. All within mournful, So bland, pale, and stark, I do not care. What have I done now, This dread act been done, Empty, no soul. To him we all bow, Our beautiful son, Beauty alive. My loving savior, Dead now, as before, Where is my art? All there in stupor, Blissfully no gore, I have no soul. White bones turn to dust, Eyes within don't see, What have I done? All here have great lust, Why must these folks be, Witnesses to life. Paint on the walls black, Organ music plays, Each note my doom. His body once snack, His wine blood repays, Oblivion. Light begins to distract me, Bright blue, And green. What could it be that I see? So true, Not mean. The funeral home is so sad, Escape, Free bird. Everyone is very mad, Eyes gape, Black dread. Stepping out the door, what joy, The world, Her laugh. Peace. I know those kind of feelings, it sounds like you're trying to get out more than one thought on paper. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
amateur Posted February 18, 2016 Share Posted February 18, 2016 I like the phrase "his wine blood." I just like that! And I like "Light begins to distract me, bright blue, and green." I can just see someone sitting sadly, then noticing light from the side. Light and life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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