Writing Engulfed

[TheDarkOtaku]

I wrote these poems when I was really infuriated and upset:


[B]Engulfed[/B]


Shrouded under a torn cape,
impossibility is my escape.

Serenading to the tune,
under the pitch black moon.

Faceless entities question,
the nature of our interception.

Little do they comprehend,
foolishly the time they spend.

Engulfed in passion, wrapped in lust,
blind until they turn to dust.

Why do humans shed blood?
For so many only see mud.



[B]This peom is basic. Any comments? [/B] :)

[Silent Death]

I like them. Did you really write those when you were pissed off?

[TheDarkOtaku]

Yeah, I did. I was just really upset so I let it out on paper. The poem could've been better, but it was just something to let out feelings. :)

[Silent Death]

Could you send me a better version of the poem? I'd like to see how it would turn out.

[Mitch]

[color=red] Well, I for one, I liked it. I can't ever deny raw human emotion, it always works wonders ;)[/color]

[Mist]

[color=crimson][size=1] I must say, you sound like one of my old poems. I think it's great. Good job, so keep at it![/color][/size]