Soul Black, Blood Red

Dark and desolate,

Is my mind of late.

Full of despair, pity,

And hate.

I try to be freed,

But the warnings I did not heed,

Shall be the end of me.

Falling further still,

With to much time to kill,

Light to murder,

Love to destroy,

Hate to nurture,

disdain to nurse.

Riding down in a black hearse,

My death, will be life's cure.


first poem, please review, i kno it is kind of emo. okay. a lot emo.