Noir_vagabond Posted January 12, 2006 Share Posted January 12, 2006 Scarlet red was the silhouette, the dress of a sadistic symphony. Thrones of gold and shadowed crimson harmony. Am I lost within the sphere of redundant liars? Or am I drowning upon the pier of denial? Poked through until the rib cage is forever pulled from the hide in which it breathes Is a replica of myself an obliteration of what I could be. Torn apart flesh leaving its rotted coagulated pieces of blood on the floor Is the eradication of the astral procjection of what I was Taking back being guilty shaking my head as I stand on trial Wanted by the masses, denying my exile Am I ready to take up my sword Made from my own twisted spinal chord Shall I fight for homicidal justice? Shall I crawl from those who want my breath Am I ready to leave my past crimes unrecorded Before I freely accept my death Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
echoavalon Posted January 12, 2006 Share Posted January 12, 2006 You do have an amazing talent and you should consider writing professionally. I would like to see more of your work. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
2010DigitalBoy Posted January 12, 2006 Share Posted January 12, 2006 That is crazy and freaky as shit and I LOVE IT!!!!! At first I was offthrown by the length of the lines, but then I started reading it as if I were the lead singer in the Mars Volta singing, and it all made sense! Oh, the delicious morbidity (is that a word?) of it all! Torn apart flesh leaving its rotted coagulated pieces of blood on the floor That is freaking disgusting. You are awesome. Also, I love the word coagulated. I am now going to use it like mad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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