Through the haunting hall of
memories
That’s
now scarred of red and blacks
He
walked with daggers through the back,
That he drew upon himself
Keep
walking,
The
owl has hooted downfall
For
guilt my boy is your pal
Live
with it and in death
For
your own grave will call out
Of
names your mind had barred.
What
is your flight then?
Words?
Diplomacy? Stance?
The
fallen leaf you walked over,
It’s
tree is hounding you now.
Your
option is to run for life while you’re dead and not.
Whimpering
cries of the sand,
The
dark night waves have heard.
Where
ever you may swim,
Your
life lies at the waters’ base.
With
deeds you drew upon self
Revenge
is not my thing, but you,
'You' are the ocean’s fool
exceptionally dark. gripping. and in a way very very different from even the dark genres one encounters here on blogger :)
ReplyDeleteloved it ma'am! keep it coming
Raj: It is? I haven't read that many dark blogs. Perhaps you could link me to some? :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much again. Means a lot! :)
there are no genuinely dark blogs. just normal people being dark at times. but yes. i should make one. damn. that's an idea!
ReplyDeletei remember this one story. and it was very well told. but no i wont be able to find it. :S
but yes there is one story u could read. this one is my own. if u could find time, nothing like it :)
http://scarlettd1ar1es.blogspot.in/2009_08_01_archive.html