I'm not exactly happy with this poem. I didn't feel inspired to finish it when I started it a few days ago and wasn't sure where to go with it. Since I'm tired trying to figure out where to go, I just forced it to be finished tonight. It's based on the lyric syllable pattern for "Silver and Cold" by AFI and not nearly as beautiful as that song happens to be. Sublime droplets of rain Drizzle dewy freshness sink Into the opened skin, then drain Within the hollow of my being My eyes wide, unseeing Hushed before daylight's bitter decay These sins are too great No, never forgiven These sins are too great To comprehend this living, Continue onward anymore: Heartless, shadow, empty core Heavy water pours Through--fill up the soul From their love, angels sob A vessel, clay and shallow Created to hold nourishment Cracks beyond the surface; leaking out Discolored, silvery substances Warp and weaken the body Sliding it slowly into damp ground These sins are too h...
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