OutlawAdidas
02-24-2005, 10:01 PM
Done in iambic pentameter. A shakespearen sonnet. 10 syllables.
Black Heart
I look upon your face with so much hate
Such as an insect frowns the winters taint
And follows an inevitable fate.
A heart so strong, yet slowly becomes faint.
Wish upon stars, and dream the dream of death
For black be so grim, and souls are to reap
Torment and chastise, stolen your last breath
An abyss becomes your eternal sleep.
Thy suicide brings nothing without sin
Quell the fire that burns inside your black heart
Morals have abandoned ours needs within
Mind and body shattered and blown apart.
Suffer in agony, crucify your pain
Heaven is here, yet theres nothing to gain.
Black Heart
I look upon your face with so much hate
Such as an insect frowns the winters taint
And follows an inevitable fate.
A heart so strong, yet slowly becomes faint.
Wish upon stars, and dream the dream of death
For black be so grim, and souls are to reap
Torment and chastise, stolen your last breath
An abyss becomes your eternal sleep.
Thy suicide brings nothing without sin
Quell the fire that burns inside your black heart
Morals have abandoned ours needs within
Mind and body shattered and blown apart.
Suffer in agony, crucify your pain
Heaven is here, yet theres nothing to gain.