Hurt Pours, Pain Builds...Anger Thrives
Agony Blooms In Waiting Hours
In Ticking Minutes
Sand Stretches Furthur on;
Sifting gently, Slamming Mercilessly.
We are glass.
No one can see the Monsters which lurk within
Nor The Child Who Pleads
Begs the World to Save, to See, To Care.
We Slip, Fall, Fade before Life's calm yet
Mocking, Insolent, Indifferent face.
Claws of the Beast Ravage Innocent Flesh.
Tearing From Within. Breaking Apart. Life.
Smiles Fracture. Fade. Dissappear.
Never to Return.
Life is evanesced.
- Title: Gone
- Artist: Skyraa
- Description: Another random poem I came up with in accordance to a school assignment to write a sonnet. This didn't make the cut, as the poem was supposed to rhyme. Nonetheless, I am still quite fond of it. Let me know what you think!
- Date: 06/13/2009
- Tags: gone
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