Hello,
Again, time for another poem.
As you all can see Poetry is a great part of my life as it expresses how I truly feel.
I hope you enjoy my poem.
The death inside only makes me want to hide, hide from the fate that's trying to obliterate the life I have left.
Trying to save one last breath, I feel like falling to my fatal death.
The death that burns in my soul, trying to find the sacred scroll.
Trying to heal my wound with the runes of a magician, only to find myself in the hands of a mortician.
My death is subliminal my heart is reaching critical.
I fail to release the power I hold for when I come I turn your blood ice cold.
I'm not the one to mess with I'm the the one to kill quick with a pith.
My body decays by the day, going by my life on the same way.
In my mind I say someone is going to pay, pay for the suffering that I have made one with my own body.
As I spit and flow as I fall to the ground hearing the sound of death itself trying to reach my magic book on the shelf.
I fight the death that haunts me inside, until I go to hell to find my bride,
In-brace the Death Inside!
As always, feel free to comment.
I work my heart and soul just to make these poems.
These poems are written from my heart and the way I feel inside my soul.
Thank you for any support, I love my fans.
Regards,
Brian Crowell
Great work on this poem Brian, I can see how you work different elements of life and other things into your poem to make it an extraordinary piece of work. Keep it up. :)
Your poems involve great expression and emotion. They're really good.
Well done.
This is amazing. (: <3