In this house of broken glass

pieces everywhere, they break

my skin and I bleed from within

I fall through the holes in the floor

fall to new levels of emotion I've never

been before, and if I fall so far

down that I reach the devils ground

would you crawl down and bring the sound

of your laughter with you so heaven

I could hear and then I could bare

the scare of falling there...

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Paul Blakeford's picture

I think you should end the poem with a quote from one of those Batman movies: "Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight"?

Love the imagery!

MisterSuperstar's picture

the description is dazzling once again, this poem is very very good. x

Shaketa Copelin's picture

damn, this was deep. I really liked it.