I bring you a dark poets world of the written word... Enjoy!Poetry is an art form to me, I love to paint with my words. Bring to life my poetry giving the reader an image through my words and using a flow a rhyme and rhythm. Giving them my painted world on a canvas of paper. Line by line the world peals away to reveal its purpose and outcome.
Don’t fear the dark poets gear binding and binding so fast it is winding. Keeping minds at a ticking point and your heart beating out of your chest.
A dark poets mark a lover of night and everything that brings you a fright.
The end is getting nearThings are coming to an end
leaving you breathless, and gasping for air.
You try to hold on, and not lose what you have gained.
But your mind and soul tell you, you need to move on, but your body tells you no.
You work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
You know this it.
Things are coming to an end.
You feel in your gut, your senses tell you everyday the end is getting near.
You can hear it breathing on your neck whispering in your ear.
Death came to take my soul. He seemed nice enough so I took his hand.