The fractured shards of broken glass, the crash of sirens, the smell of hash

Of pain and hope, intertwined in acid, of mindless rage, the taste of wet grass


I walk in pain, this life a farce. 

Cursed son of Cain, slave to dark arts


To render time, we worms of smoke

For the greatest lie is a tale of hope


To seek truth on a razors edge 

A taste of blood, a delicious red


I live and die a thousand times

This riddle and rhyme a desperate lie


Take me to the promised land

Where screams and shadows walk hand in hand


I bid you go, your music screams of blight

I seek the crows, your notes a poison of light


My rage untamed, I shout, the pain so tender

This final song, to darkness I surrender


◄ Goodbye My Friend


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Martin Elder

Sun 21st Apr 2019 14:43

This has a real lyrical flow about it for me which puts me in mind of being equally suited as a song as a poem

Nice one

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Sun 21st Apr 2019 03:43

I dare say you could command a legion to follow you into the darkness with your powerful poems. ❤

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The Carbon Quill

Sun 21st Apr 2019 00:59


Thanks. This one flowed at 1am


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keith jeffries

Sat 20th Apr 2019 18:27

A powerful voice of anger and hoplessness. Despair rings out loud and clear. A poem rich in expression. This is good poetry

Thank you for this

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