- Non-Erotic Poetry
- the end
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Have you ever tasted the sweet flavour of a crying red rose?
Have you ever experienced the pain of a Dead soul?
The darkness of a frigid cemetery, or the sweet comfort of a deadman’s grave?
The feeling is deadly good. The paleness of our soul gives you
this odd feeling of relaxation.
Icy cold wind blowing through our bones, letting you know
You’re still alive.
At least this time you are…
Rain drops in your face start to wake you up slowly
To the world again.
It’s a strange come back to reality,
Only to come back and find that
You’re the only one there…
Something is very wrong…
Reality is fading to the dark fields of Death.
And you’re the only one still seeing this chaotic harmony.
Everybody else is….
Dead.
Desperation, solitude,
Loneliness, starts to corrupt your body,
Your mind.
It’s eating you by the inside.
The smell of the dead, the sense of the rotten flesh floating in the air..
It’s decay.
It’s the new order rising.
It’s the end.
- COMMENTS
champagne1982almost 17 years agoPretty good piece that would be improved if you were to condense this into a more intense poem. Find a different word or description to introduce your numerous faces and references to death and a great deal of repetition would be avoided; smoothing out the read.
