Dead World (My Work Protected by Copyright!)

Electric fire flies lead the way.
The the deceased and the decayed.
Make room for the roar of thunder.
The elegance of the rain so soothing.
Underneath the pale white moon.
Your words are so consuming.

Fire burning.
The sweet embers.
The smell of the plague.
And rotten brains.

Can you hear the wind howl?
On this night of Satan.
The hell angel.
Bringing Pestilence to the world.
As ghosts of generations passed cry in the wind.


Electric fire flies lead the way.
The the deceased and the decayed.
Make room for the roar of thunder.
The elegance of the rain so soothing.
Underneath the pale white moon.
Your words are so consuming.

Fire burning.
The sweet embers.
The smell of the plague.
And rotten brains.

A dead world for you and me.

very beautiful

Ashley wrote:

You are fucked up.

Nope. I can just reach into my soul and my dreams. Using them to create art.

ashely if Morticia is fucked up then you belong in a mental institute. why are you even here if your going to insult a persons art. go away and delte your account if your gunna say Morticiaa is fucked up. Shes the site admin you dumb fuck

morticia i love this poem. n ashly ur the one that isf fucked up u dumb bitch.....

This is deep. Made me think.

I'm speechless.