Question:
Poem. constructive criticism only please?
and so it sits upon my shoulder, drenched in blood yet growing bolder,
virtuous eyes do seek my vengeance, these demons that preyed upon my love.
behind this mask of black and white, holding hands with death's bone fingers,
we can taste the ecstasy in the air, our love in madness lingers.
it takes to the skies, becomes my eyes, and searches for the villains,
so follow it blindly into hell's mouth leaving a trail of broken bodies,
they poison and burn, swallow bullets in turn, but in the end its me they face,
i'll hunt them down, remove their crown, and prepare them for the embrace,
they gave it to me now ill give it to them, a taste of their own fury.
victims, arent we all?
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
I really liked it. Gotta a little lost in the middle....maybe the timing is off.
Keep it up, fo sho!