Post by spottedpaw on Aug 2, 2009 19:02:44 GMT -6
Burning Pain
by: Spottedsun (C)
Bruised and beaten, I stood alone
In a field far from my abandoned home
It was December, the time of cold
But we couldn't enjoy it, even someone so old
The snow began to fall and blow and crash
Until I noticed it was black as fireplace ash
The wind was dark as raven feathers
And slapped me like the solid leathers
Of a whip
But finally I noticed, once a snowflake hit my lip
That the wind wasn't burning me
It was the black snow, as far as I could see
I guessing my sins had found
The one who had afflicted pain on so many others
Just like my blood-crazy, tortured brothers
My body collasped to the ground in a burning fit
The death flame of mine had finally been lit
Probably now my skin was left in chars
And my heart felt like it was being hit by a million cars
Karma wouldn't rest until I was dead
And until the devil had been fed
My burning pain
[/i]by: Spottedsun (C)
Bruised and beaten, I stood alone
In a field far from my abandoned home
It was December, the time of cold
But we couldn't enjoy it, even someone so old
The snow began to fall and blow and crash
Until I noticed it was black as fireplace ash
The wind was dark as raven feathers
And slapped me like the solid leathers
Of a whip
But finally I noticed, once a snowflake hit my lip
That the wind wasn't burning me
It was the black snow, as far as I could see
I guessing my sins had found
The one who had afflicted pain on so many others
Just like my blood-crazy, tortured brothers
My body collasped to the ground in a burning fit
The death flame of mine had finally been lit
Probably now my skin was left in chars
And my heart felt like it was being hit by a million cars
Karma wouldn't rest until I was dead
And until the devil had been fed
My burning pain
Author's Note: In no way is this me. I was basing it off of a boy's point of view. I was thinking along the way that his behind story was that his home had been turned into a fight club/bar, and so he would fight with his brothers a lot, usually drunk, so that was he was bruised and beaten, and also they were tortured by more fighters in the club and the main character, if that makes sence at all. Lol I wrote this on the way home from Virginia, after being inspired by the song called Valentine's Day-Linkin Park. It's not my best poem, 'cause I am certainly not big on vocaublary and rhyme and rhythem, and stuff like that. XD
Thank you! :]
