Black metallic steel
not as dark as the anger
that she feels.
She felt herself reel
slowing
growing
as hard as the black metallic steel.
Stowing away her anger
she entered into the danger
through the doors
of the lonely more.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
What should i say,
That is not a rhyme?
Poetry, not this time.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC