The Kings of Youth

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Armies march across the broken field Raining blood across the earth Manifesting dreams of my salvation Yesterdays are haunting me Openly they spill black tears Fighting for the ashen sky With hatred seeded deep with in their hearts Hailing for their fallen king It’s the only thing they hold dear Taking what belongs to you Entering our sacred halls And tearing down our hopes and dreams Never stopping; they feed on Digging their own graves wearing painted smiles Tumbling down the rabbits hole Hearts are left behind Earth is craning toward the azure Keeping to the shadows your blinding me Injuries so deep they seem to scar my past Nearing the end the truth reviled to me Gaining speed we blindly rush to the edge Souls are screaming Out to blame society For your failures Your success brought on only by yourself Of cores you need no one Underestimating me again The teardrops are blurring my view again Hearing armies of white you cower in the dark

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February 23, 2006 21:34lost the lonely dead

i like the line "injuries so deep they scar my past" its neat when you see someone from such ranks dropping away deserting and gaining a newer fresher perspective...its scary how easy it is to get stuck following some stupid ideology that when we really dig inside we find we dont believe in

May 20, 2006 20:30Crimson.Wings

This poem is awesome. I decided to give it a 9. You're a really good poet; I can picture this poem perfectly. By the way, thanks for the comment.

February 27, 2008 07:27Invisible Poet

its a great piece of writing but i thought a poem was suppose to have at least some sort of rhyme scheme, its a great pice though good job