Cresent Wake (Saint Rapture)

• Artist: Scarlet Wrath
• Description: Note: I chose not to ryme in my poem.
  
  Know that there is no difference between good and evil. With every good deed there is an ugly whisper. Peace sells war, and life breathes death. I'm not emo, I just embrace the good and evil of the world.
  
  I'd love to hear/read all of your opinions. Thank you.
• Date: 11/30/2008
• Tags: cresent wake saint rapture good

As the absence of life bleeds the image of war,
we continue our suffering until our souls are undone.
The black gaze of infinity breathes into our mornings,
and dies within our blessing.

We are forgotten and dismissed before the night,
yet loved within the darkness.
Let blood scorn evanescent madness and contribute to the damned.

Did we forget the Anti-Saint?
Or did we choose to purposely sway ourselves in a blistered daze.
Die in our wake,
sleep in our sorrow,
suffer in our memories,
and bleed within our tears.

Consider yourselves forgotten and thrive in eternal sovereignty.
We shall remain dead.

Comments

[whitejade13]

Very Very Well written. I love it. This is one of the better poems i've read. 10/5 Please read my poems and tell me what you think! Keep writing! biggrin