Mental Warning
So now she's gone,
And you can't see.
All the pain,
That is to be.
Life is good,
Life is fun.
Life is wrong,
Time to run.
Look ahead,
Do not look back.
If you do,
You'll be held back.
Into arms,
Of satanic souls.
Filled with sorrow,
And empty holes.
Drug to the bottom,
Of a black abyss.
To hell and given,
The deadly kiss.
Now she's gone,
Your all alone.
Keep out of your mind,
Her sorrowful moan.
Keep the devil,
At a head.
Keep on running,
Or you'll be dead.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Unreal | 0 | 07/11/2011 |
| Mask | 0 | 03/28/2011 |
| Found. | 2 | 11/30/2010 |
| Fit In | 1 | 10/01/2010 |
| Imaginary | 0 | 08/15/2010 |
| Destiny | 1 | 08/13/2010 |
| Empty | 2 | 04/04/2010 |
| Mental Warning | 0 | 04/02/2010 |
| Life | 0 | 04/02/2010 |
| Distance | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
| Keep going | 2 | 01/27/2009 |
| God's Tears? | 1 | 01/26/2009 |
| Heart | 3 | 01/25/2009 |
| Insane? | 7 | 01/25/2009 |
| A Game? | 9 | 01/24/2009 |
| Dead.... | 5 | 01/24/2009 |
| Death or Freedom? | 4 | 01/07/2009 |
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