The world I see around me,Darkened by my soulThose who live around meDreading every rollThese times astound mePiercing through my sole.As the blade cuts through my fleshThe pain of the world is gonereplaced with a pure paina pain to bind us alla pain to save usallAs I see my own demons flyI know the world is darkSo darkFilled with the apathy of manFilled with the loathing of a million historiesFilled with the fires of an eternal infinityThe destruction of man will come from it’s own handAs smog and dust block all that is goodThere is no goodNoneNo.
~PY
Though this is obviously in jest, it's not so bad; you could probably write some really good poetry if you tried.
"Dreading every roll"
WE'RE NO STRANGERS TO LUUUURVE.hel, thanks, man :)
ghg, no.Tagger, you're pretty great too :)It could be better… various parts lack flow, and do not make sense (eg, "pure pain").
I just realised I didn't even read this.
Yeah you should practise and become a reclusive nomadic poet. Or just practise and write more stuff.Well, this was written in five minutes as a joke, so I'm not surprised it's quite bad ;)
melee, ._.