Misguided thoughts and dreams of my prey
Nothingness slowly fills the years that begrudge
To brush off the morbid thoughts that constantly ate at your soul
You cannot escape your fate so why resist
You will dwell your few short ages on this plane
Enjoying what few desires you can
Then arrives the disappointing end
You rotting in a shallow grave
No splendid paradise
No hellish inferno awaits you
Just the mind numbing emptiness
Oh now don’t start to sob and fret
You cannot dismiss my midnight tale
As a simple nightmare by morn
So shall all your knowledge be gone
My time, of course wasted
But as is life or so you say
Now I bid you goodnight
I hope the sweetest dreams fill your mind
To bring you at least slight pleasure in this dismal existence
This thing you call a life
This Thing You Call Life
Meh it was an ok poem it sounds way to emo though like this -
Bleeding hearts
My soul is a shell
I seek demise
And so on
Its typical dark poetry. :x
This Thing You Call Life
Typical Dark Poetry.....hmm.....ok
It isn't emo or meant to be emo in anyway...
Try re-reading it maybe with a more sinister or vindictive approach.
Vengeance....extreme loathing of a particular group of persons was what I felt when it was posted.....
Maybe a few singular persons over others..but yeah, generally pissed off was what I felt...
Regardless, I think its pentameter is good...