Death November 2, 2006
Posted by fiire in fiire.trackback
Scorched
senseless roasted to a toast
breath arid like a desert sandstorm
beneath earths bottom crust
he disentegrates
his soul liberated by the black valley of death
his hart like dangling jail bait
held captive in his own body
another countless corpse
lying there
there he lies dead
alone
in the dark
DFA Writes 
wow. this is really good… i like it alot.
the first two lines are good and really set the tone for the poem, maybe you should consider taking out the last line.Nice Flow