Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ Archaic Collection--- First Death--- Shadows ( Chapter 11 )

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This is the first in a series of older poems that I'd found while digging through my room one day.

Most of them are rather sketchy and similar to one another and were done while listening to more punk-like and emo-like bands (It was a phase) that I took a liking to for a short while during my transition from punk to self-proclaimed lover of all creative and poetic music

Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.03.2007 | Updated On: 04.20.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 624 | Visits: 194 | Status: Completed

In the shadows, in the night

Lies our death, a tender delight

And in your terrified cries of despair

You find none to share the weight of the cross that you bear

I walk though the gardens of forlorn hearts ablaze

Those souls who hearken to the voice fall dead

Your effort to feel content is vain

And in your tomb I smell the pheromone scent of dread

Within churches the black crypt hides sinner's hearts--- dead

And in thine Heaven lies the tomb of infernal dread

And we call it love

It's all this emptiness and shards of existence

And we called it love

It's the cage that holds our hearts

Before the sun sets fire to the night

I've never understood what it's like

To be loved

To be hated

And when the day is gone and dead

I never know what it's like to dread

The pain

Of every single droplet of rain

I see through the forest my way, my path, to home

And in the canopy of branches, I see corpses strewn

Hanging from the boughs of the trees with no leaves

Their hearts and their souls are buried beneath my feet

And their ghosts, they whisper sweet nothings to me

They tell me it's all just a dream, a little reverie

Before I too fall asleep and never see the sun again

I'll hang from the trees, my heart buried six feet deep

And I'll fall asleep in this comforting rain