Blooming Petals
Petals blooming in the barren plains
Winds forbidding, never drifting
Strands of hair loosely hanging
Clouds still as ancient paintings
Where have the colors gone?
My blank eyes scan the sky
Nothing moving, nothing growing
Surround only by the dying Blooming Petals
If I were to die today,
then what will be born tomorrow?
If anything at all,
It will die eventually
Just like a strip of Blooming Petals
Oh the empty beats of my wasted heart
Wherever shall I put myself?
There is nothing in this plane of existence
Except the horrifying scream of echos
Continuous shrieks of agony
Black hatred burned onto my soul
Ashen blood boiling in the back of my mouth
This Plague of Darkness never ending
Freaks of nature scouring the streets
My memory ceases to betray me
Ignorance is not a bliss
But a continuous cycle of death
There is nothing now, that I can do
Dead eyes searching the barren plains
no winds, no life
Except the Blooming Petals
My beatless heart pounds silently in my ears
As I walk forward slowly into the endless barren
Gray, still clouds hover above
Farewell thee world of life
I step slowly into my Hell
As my final breath forever leaves me
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From Within the Heart
PoetryThere are no words that can really and truely describe a collection of poetry. This collection features works written solely from the heart, nothing pre-planned or carefully written out. Poetry is often used to express passions that the heart calls...
