My work (A little vauge;truely sorry)

Its a statement more than of a poetry but still read please and please give back some somatic and anaylitical feedback

If we fly, then we soar

If we think, it adds weight

Then we fall,

Manifestation of free order of the blind man's material fear of the belief over psychoanalytic

One day, man and woman will be inconsequentially made from production lines.

Thus the angels of chaos will rein fire upon the cadaverous blind mindless zombies which prey upon the devilish fumes on which they rely.

Will Thy Still Lovest?

Also like to add a poem eh:
Dreamy Night...
Upon the gleaming light...

Splitting Faces
Tightened Laces

Strangle it will.. Strangle it will...

Dangle it will

Dreamy night...
Upon teh Streaming Might...

Drown it will... Drown it will...
Frown you will...

Dreamy night....
Entering Blight....

It will consume you...
Smelly perfume of the twilight....

ouch spelling mistake of the second poem, dearly sorry if it kills the fluent motion of the poetry X_X

Cadaver Of Sunday's Hope

Its Sunday, do you hope?
Do not mope….
God is not here… He cannot help your Fear…

Smell of dread, it will smell like dread.
The everlasting bed, are you dead?
Are you alive?
Do you stride?

You will die….. You will die!

Do not cry…
He will pry. He will pry….
He will find you…
It is time…
Cannot run, there is no sun
No sun… No light… All Blight…
In twilight… In twilight…
He will dance… He will dance…
You will lose your stance…
Fall back… Back into the grave…
Be brave….. Go in the grave…

Its time to die…

gah, such contradictary to my ideal system, good poem though >_>

No comments eh?