Shadow's
Penetrate my skin,
My soul banishing them,
To a nether-land,
Of no thought, or image,
Like black water,
Without the racist mingling eagle hunters,
Dreary nights,
Capture me like a vintage car,
Death leaves no traces' in itself,
Or of itself,
Just selfish flaws counseling each other,
Each one waiting to finish someone, or something,
I've seen wild winds,
Fighting each-other,
In bathrooms,
In places where dark clouds stream aimlessly,
Whatever you believe,
Make sure it's true,
Until the collapse of everything you know,
It will be the only thought to grow,
Don't be like the rest,
Or even think to finish death's song,
It's far to quick,
Very few Devils live like Satan,
Very few people care,
Very many people die,
Wishing life's regrets were blue,
I'd like to finish this off,
By asking you a question,
Do you think I can sing? To the colorless hue of Light growing,
Like a candle in my room?
Random poem of the day