We are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
damn... that's deep..
Dark, but interesting and well written.
I like it
I like it
This is rlly good n i love how its all dark definitly my style
love how your word choice adds to the poem's dark mood! youre extremely talented keep it up!
I like this hahah
It is interesting how the title relates to the poem