Friday, August 27, 2010

Kissing the angel of death



Defying what I got I got from life,
Defying what life got from me,
Those black wings are covering my soul,
Those dark eyes looking in mine,
Those cold lips curve up in smile,
Mysteriously filled with a sinister glimpse.
Yet it seemed worthwhile.
They reach for my face,
All I can do is lie motionless.
Just stare in darkness.
But with that I felt a wave of loss,
of my heart beat, blood and spirit.
As I got kissed by the angel of death



Inspired by Caffenist

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i likes this.. but u no not the state you are in..

the poem is really good but kinda scary =o

the poem is really good but kinda scary =o