Unforsaken touch.

[Acehilm]

Danger lurked the corridors

As silence broke the seasons fall

20th of April to late December

Is a time we feel saudade to remember

The sense of unity and pure, true beauty

So stay true to the bonds and don't act with mutiny

Because we can't party like it's 1999

Arid blood stains are art to the sickened minds

Black trench coats and riddled souls

Burn the innocence of youth like purgatories coals

So they laid spread-out upon the library floor

They ended each other with a cry of no cause

They say death takes you to a better place but I honestly doubt it

Death to the youth are the words and they shout it.

Edited January 7, 2015 by Coat.

[Ziggy455]

We're back into this again, and you know the drill. From what I'm reading, in my head I'm getting the image of a school shooting? Something is very vivid and visceral. I can see the bloodstains up the corridor, the screams, the tactical clothing, and that date, the 20th April. I'm a little rusty but if I recall it was the Columbine shooting.

 

It's quite poetical, and they say poetry is either beauty or death, and from what I'm reading it's a mix of both. Seems like there's regret here, like their deaths and beyond were not the free-ride or escape from the consequences they deserved for murdering students.

 

You are a very good poet--I always get strong images, always close to the source material.

[Acehilm]

That's a spot on analysis.