writing Dying alone

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

I see sadness creeping forth

As dark as the unlit moon and absent sun

As deep and penetrating as love's bitter solitude

 

Yet our silence stays the same

Just another way of escaping our detriments

Avoiding all perception of forged reality

Interpreting a false smile as a sign of joy

 

Awaiting in this hell... this forgotten place

Where the walls of imprisonment are my own creations

And where death is the morbid goal of mind and soul

Freedom staining my clothes as blood of innocent hearts

 

Always hoping that it shall go away

And always silent in pain of death for my heart

 

-David Favret

[Nikki-Layne 16]

I like this! It's obviously a sad and painful piece and I really relate to the meaning.

 

I've always been of the opinion that the best art is made from the inspiration of some kind of pain, and this poem only reaffirms that notion for me.

 

Good work, man!

[Krys9 456]

Nice job man you really know how to piece together an awesome piece of images in my head. The feelings that get conjured up are so bitter, ruthless and cold that I can feel the depression encasing my heart in a melancholic mold that is too tough to break free from.