Sitting by the grave of my sanity


Certified Shitlord
So you want something dark? Here you go, wrote this a few minutes ago:

Then the snow fell
Upon the dying greens
Landing upon the land
Of this man’s fading dreams

His shadow has left
The memories vivid and cold
As the shriveled man
Sinks into the ground so old


Registered Member
I think you would get a lot more out of your poetic shorts by nixing the rhyme scheme and replacing it with some more powerful language...