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The damned that walk through the empty abyss
Shadowed by a curtain of descending snow
A drowning despair that flooded each of their lives
And branded them with black bags that rest upon their eyes
I saw them as they marched past me
And on each of them were clothes, painted in black
And masks of human expressions worn over their faces
I reached my hand out to them, and as they marched by
One took my grip, and led me beyond the darkness
His name I did not know
His face, I’ve not seen before
And his voice was quiet, like a whisper
But like thunder to my ears
Hand in hand we marched on with the rest
In a parade of shadows, walking to no place special
Hand in hand, as the snow enveloped our tracks
As we marched onward
And left nothing behind
But a memory
But a moment
But a feeling
Hand in hand.
Shadowed by a curtain of descending snow
A drowning despair that flooded each of their lives
And branded them with black bags that rest upon their eyes
I saw them as they marched past me
And on each of them were clothes, painted in black
And masks of human expressions worn over their faces
I reached my hand out to them, and as they marched by
One took my grip, and led me beyond the darkness
His name I did not know
His face, I’ve not seen before
And his voice was quiet, like a whisper
But like thunder to my ears
Hand in hand we marched on with the rest
In a parade of shadows, walking to no place special
Hand in hand, as the snow enveloped our tracks
As we marched onward
And left nothing behind
But a memory
But a moment
But a feeling
Hand in hand.
Literature
Opposites
Your nightmare
Is my dream
Your Hell
Is my Heaven
You seek joy
I enjoy pain
You are an angel
And I am a demon
We are mortal enemies
Until the end of time
Battling endlessly
You, for good
Me, for evil
But why does it have
To be like this?
I wish we could change our fate
And put an end to this madness
Literature
Broken wings
I want to fly
But my wings are broken
So I stand on the ground
Looking up
At all the ones
Twirling in the sky
Imagining the wind
Passing through my feathers
While a tear
Runs down my cheek
Wishing I could
Leave the ground below
And fly!
Literature
This Poem
This Poem
this poem!
yes?
you are reading it?
yeah?
does it rhyme?
um....
OF COARSE NOT!
why?
because this poem
isn't like the others
this poem is
what do you call it?
weird?
I don't understand it myself
this poem
speaks only of it's self
such a vain poem
this poem
make you question
right?
this poem is about
this poem!
now isn't that just grand!
it's such a grand poem
any ways who ever said
that a poem has to rhyme??
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Yes, THAT Black Parade. XD
Thank you MCR, for the inspiration, and for understanding me. <3
Enjoy!
I cleaned it up a bit.
Original:
"The damned that walk through the empty abyss
Shadowed by a blanked of descending snow
A drowning despair that flooded each of their lives
Shown by black bags that rest upon their eyes
I saw them as they marched past me
And on each of them, were cloths painted in black
And masks of human expressions worn over their faces
I reached my hand out to them, as they marched by
And one took my grip, and led me beyond the darkness
His name I did not know
His face, I’ve not seen before
And his voice was quiet, like a whisper
But like thunder to my ears
Hand in hand we marched on with the rest
In a parade of shadows, walking to no place special
Hand in hand, as the snow enveloped our tracks
As we marched onward
And left nothing behind
But a memory
But a moment
But a feeling
Hand in hand."
Thank you MCR, for the inspiration, and for understanding me. <3
Enjoy!
I cleaned it up a bit.
Original:
"The damned that walk through the empty abyss
Shadowed by a blanked of descending snow
A drowning despair that flooded each of their lives
Shown by black bags that rest upon their eyes
I saw them as they marched past me
And on each of them, were cloths painted in black
And masks of human expressions worn over their faces
I reached my hand out to them, as they marched by
And one took my grip, and led me beyond the darkness
His name I did not know
His face, I’ve not seen before
And his voice was quiet, like a whisper
But like thunder to my ears
Hand in hand we marched on with the rest
In a parade of shadows, walking to no place special
Hand in hand, as the snow enveloped our tracks
As we marched onward
And left nothing behind
But a memory
But a moment
But a feeling
Hand in hand."
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Great work. Looking forward to more from you.