Evermore Condemned

[Truth Iscariot]

I've lived a wither life
of bruised roses and joyless games
inside this madman's device
twisting my limbs causing me pain
since i was born
the days have stunk of death
my god has left scorn and torn
running scared after my souls theft
I've met the battered and beaten
men with only half a heart
children who haven't eaten
and can't tell the months apart
for their summers are cold
lifeless and queer
evil kills the bold
the angel of death appears
the underworld of burnt hope
and rotting corpses greet them
hearts hanging by a rope
lifeless they float
Evermore Condemned

[Prince Escobar]

Hmm this was a really simple joint man, i expected more emotion and detail from you but you kept it toned down in this piece. I think that youor imagery is fair enough but what this piece really lacked in my humble opinion is a good dose of emotion. Keep writing homie, 1luv.

[Truth Iscariot]

yes thank you esco