Fifty Fathoms

Depressing Poetry (Authentic)

Acoustic, violin serenade my abysmal grave, the promenade of the damned, the everlasting reach home to never return to the surface yet no burden left to bear.
The loss of these cursed memories are mine, my only f*****g prosper..
True the cruelest nor the lifeless of souls should never endure the torment of which will forever overcome...
This is the climax, i cry out my surrender.. These final three heartbeats occur now the loudest, the guilty will hear them, this silence profoundless, these black walls surround me, a drenched pit, void, endless, the hatred toward myself, my restless resentment.
Darkened hearts bury their obsessive cruelty.
These last seconds prove it.
Life was too confusing.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a really good poem. I love the emotions within the poem.

[nono]

I love this the begging how you mention the violins wonderful. Your gonna go far in the writing world that's for sure and a promise if not! I like this I'm putting it in my favorites. When someone says you can't write they're jealous that's all you have serious talent!

[Shallowed]

Psh! No one can repent in a second! Anyone can say "Im sorry" As they get gutted to death. But this was good and I enjoyed it immensely.

[Laura]

WOW! that was amazing. There is so much emotion in that and after the first line I was hooked. It was really good