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Filth
Oct 8, 2007 19:26:43 GMT -5
Post by caleb2005 on Oct 8, 2007 19:26:43 GMT -5
Your world is a lie, Cry to the saints and hope the leeches come. Ill just say isn't funny that your one of them. When im dead youll see the beauty of the truth. So take that dagger and pusher it a little deeper. The closer you come the more it burn. Take away your ashtray and dump into your eyes. Then you can see the filth that you have created. Live with the lies that you have conjured and eat them. All the shit you spue is killing off the oxygen. Everything I show you is a joke off a cut face. Find your help in your hell, love anything that is you. Welcom to your judgment day and watch you wither. Go to your god to see what you find, Nothing there but a broken child laying inside gun. Just shoot to get it over with it.
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Filth
Oct 10, 2007 10:11:24 GMT -5
Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 10, 2007 10:11:24 GMT -5
There are too many spelling and grammar mistakes in this piece for me to take it seriously. It shows that you dont care enough about your work. And on another topic.. Dark Star rules & guidelines: darkstarpoetry.proboards21.com/index.cgi?board=ideas&action=display&thread=10769656547) If you want others to reply to your poetry, please leave feedback for others as well. constructive criticism is appreciated. it is requested that you leave at least two comments for other poets for every poem that you put up on dark star.
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Filth
May 30, 2008 13:56:43 GMT -5
Post by Dead Moon Child on May 30, 2008 13:56:43 GMT -5
I thought this poem was hot. I wish there was more.
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