Flesh and bone, turned to stone
As I dwell into the deep unknown
Hatred seeps through my skin
The taste of envy, yet only thin
The smell of want fills the air
As if only few have ever cared
A touch of pain and drop of blood
My heart beats as if walking in deep mud
Tis' a day I will be remembered
And my weak body will be sheltered
The screams of death, is all I hear
As on my cheek fell a tear
I know that it is hard to say goodbye
If you know that soon you are about to die
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The Hidden Language // Poetry And Haiku
PoetryA couple of original poems by a poet. I hope you like it :) Poetry is a beautiful language. It has a descriptive way of describing an object, and it tells the feelings of the author within it's words. Cherish this hidden language for it brings color...
