My Apocalyspe

Shall we walk through these gates

That yearn for our bitter caress

There is an unspoken truth that awaits

Nonethenless...

 

Shall we set it free?

Or shall we let it be?

What it was meant to be

Unsaid...

 

Shall we gather around this dark circle

Under of the moonlight;

Of blood and thickle

 

The wolverines howl

And the nocturnal predators of the night

Prowl...

 

My mind is bitter and confused

These are the words that run through my mind

I am confused

For that my life...

Is coming undone

I had the bind

That made me unstoppable

Now I feel like I'm nothing

But a mere filthy, swine

Sacrificed in the center of the pentacle

Reviews

[Jane Doe]

I adore this piece, the first 3 stanzas in particular, though the entire poem is amazing.

[Kasey]

it beautiful i love it

[Butch Decatoria]

I do not know why I connected to this piece, never thought that darkness could touch me, being naieve was truly blissful... You write as if you've accepted it - yet seemingly yearn for the world's truthful light... This is such a sad piece, soaked with hopelessness and full of dispair... the last part of this poem threw images of things i shall not imagine, stirred fear in my thoughts... for that I commend you, let's do a lighter piece next time, what does truth matter (to you?)... positive reasons please. Great piece btw.

~~Pfluffer~~

[MarchAprilMayJuneJuly]

wow!!! this was realllly great!!!!! you have great talent and this i believe showed most of it.... your choice of words, the flow, the message....it was all beautiful!awesome job!!!

~may