Style
By Miztaken4beauty
So many accusations fill the
silent night,
visions of the damned are just out of sight,
Nothing
seems to have turned out right,
In the end it just never turns out
right.
The billowing smoke sets the chances high,
Tonight
may be the night you are going to die.
After living you life solely
to please,
The fear of the end is a devastating disease.
With everything you’ve left behind,
Another episode of the blind
leading the blind.
It’s too late to let your misery shine.
All
this shock will dull the mind.
When all your options disappear,
Don’t you dare wish to return here!
Everytime life seems to come
at you full force,
You throw up your tears and plead your remorse.
Tears will only sway those who understand pity,
Walking the
edge of damnation’s eternal city.
Soon you’ll be engulfed; the
entirety of your soul,
All that anger will eventually to take its
toll.
You know it was a chance we had to take.
One of the
many choices we had to make.
So please listen to me for you own sake,
You’ll drown in curiosity’s bottomless lake.
So again
you’re on my doorstep prepared to die.
All you can stutter out is
another “Goodbye”.
This time I'll stand with my dignity and pride.
Every word from your lips is thinly veiled lie.
How can you
still remain so blind?
Always making deals of this double-edged kind.
Was the problem really that difficult to see?
They'll never
avert their eyes or set you free?
Look at me with such a sorrow-filled
smile...
love really never was your style
Comments on "Style"
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On Friday, March 26, 2010, Miztaken4beauty
(176) wrote:
Thanks for the comments, they're m,uch appreciated. :D
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On Thursday, March 25, 2010, Rowan
(197) wrote:
I am blown away by the ending. It had such an impact! Fantastic write and great use of imagery.
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A former member wrote:
Wow this is majic! great write!