The Silver rose

• Artist: ~flaming aqua tears~
• Description: ....................a walk in the rain, fate unknown, life torn away under the cover of the misty air.............
• Date: 10/27/2008
• Tags: silver rose

One day I was walking on the railroad tracks,
It began to sprinkle rain, and gradually rained harder.
I finally was able to admit, I was lost.
Which direction to choose eluded me, I chose to go strait,
I felt my heart consumed in the rain, by despair.
I felt the end of my days growing nearer with every step I would be forgotten by all my friends,
My loved ones know not even my name.
My death would be oblivious to all, mental curiosity quarrel with the desire for answers yet There were no questions in mind.
How did I come to know the truth in my lies, my mothers lullaby whistling through the singing trees,
My heart bleed into their words as they flew away with the wind,
I felt the icy breath of death on my neck, so strange yet I knew it so very well.
My heart was beating yet I could hear no sound, warmth surrounding in his words yet all I Could feel was his dagger on my skin.
My soul had lost the will to fight on, my life slipping with every breath.
My heart was a block of ice that would not move,
My eyes screamed for it seemed they were deceiving me.
A silver rose carved in his dagger, pain seeped into my veins and slithered through my mind,
Eating away at my soul, all I could hear was a scream.
I opened my eyes and saw the gates of heaven before my feet, they opened and I was gone.

Comments

[~flaming aqua tears~]

i know right?

[- -O_O -w- -___- - King]

EMO!
Lolz
Love it!

[Kai_Phoenix_Prince]

not bad this is very deep

[~flaming aqua tears~]

yeah, sorry about that, im a little oblivious to grammatical errors.
thanx for the compliment btw. its my first entry ever.

[Taya_TnT]

Wow! It's so hard to put action in a poem, but I litterally could see it while reading it! It's soooo good! biggrin

[Baby Snow Leopard]

Good poem. I like the use of the metaphors and personification, e.g. death breathing on your neck and the dagger that was eating away at your soul. Some of them are very creative but others were very cliche, ex. So strange yet I knew it so very well. I thought I have read that line way to many times in other literary works. I'm a little confused at the capitalization on this poem. Sometimes you would start a new line and you capitalize the first letter and other times you wouldn't.