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Array ( [sid] => 170139 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Blackened Hands [time] => 2012-01-12 15:01:48 [hometext] => Im really not sure what this means to me yet. The words just came pouring out of me. Readers, tell me how you feel. [bodytext] => I found myself alone today, like most days,
Between fallen angels 'changeling' I can feel this hole,
They all come to me, but no one ever stays,
They know that blackened hands cradle my soul.

This isnt me is what no one knows,
I wasnt always buried deep as coal,
Here, Im only warm when it snows,
But I cant go with blackened hands crushing my soul.

Everyday I scream, I cry, I want to go home,
Aimless wandering caused these bloody shoe soles,
For reasons to go on, through my heart I comb,
Searching angers blackened hands, into clawing my soul.

Internal and external blackness has come to surround,
Feelings of innocense now paying the guiltys toll,
The snapping, snarling jaws above me belong to the hell hound,
Teeth grinding, chomping, as blackened hands feed it my soul.

No more thoughts or feelings, no more warm or cold, true emptiness,
What brought my life to this, did I play a role,
Searching for salvation was just plain foolishness,
A lost battle in a waging war you shall recieve, if blackened hands steal your soul. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => PlaguePerfected [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Blackened Hands

Contributed by PlaguePerfected on Thursday, 12th January 2012 @ 03:01:48 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I found myself alone today, like most days,
Between fallen angels 'changeling' I can feel this hole,
They all come to me, but no one ever stays,
They know that blackened hands cradle my soul.

This isnt me is what no one knows,
I wasnt always buried deep as coal,
Here, Im only warm when it snows,
But I cant go with blackened hands crushing my soul.

Everyday I scream, I cry, I want to go home,
Aimless wandering caused these bloody shoe soles,
For reasons to go on, through my heart I comb,
Searching angers blackened hands, into clawing my soul.

Internal and external blackness has come to surround,
Feelings of innocense now paying the guiltys toll,
The snapping, snarling jaws above me belong to the hell hound,
Teeth grinding, chomping, as blackened hands feed it my soul.

No more thoughts or feelings, no more warm or cold, true emptiness,
What brought my life to this, did I play a role,
Searching for salvation was just plain foolishness,
A lost battle in a waging war you shall recieve, if blackened hands steal your soul.




Copyright © PlaguePerfected ... [ 2012-01-12 15:01:48]
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Re: Blackened Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by dvtpdw on Thursday, 12th January 2012 @ 04:31:25 PM AEST
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This poem speaks to the darker regions of all souls. You can feel the soul that is lost, yet knows it will be found. Images of it searching, reaching lead the reader on. Great write. Thank you for sharing.


Re: Blackened Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by girish on Friday, 13th January 2012 @ 12:32:44 AM AEST
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The reason for your suffering is loneliness I believe. The world is yours do not assume loneliness


Re: Blackened Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Friday, 13th January 2012 @ 05:26:12 AM AEST
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In pain... none of us are alone. I think your poem describes this torment very well.


Re: Blackened Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by ViperKi on Friday, 13th January 2012 @ 03:36:14 PM AEST
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In my opinion, some things don't require motive; this came from the heart, and that is all you need know... it feels like genuine, unfiltered emotion. Very well written.




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