Question

How is this poem?

Answer 1

I can't think of a name for it help?

Answer 2

Like insects on the wall
Monotone and blank unto their downfall
Dreaming of a new age day
They let the leaves fall and decay
Aeonian Abattoir of dreams

Filled with colors obscene
The allure is just another dream
Wings that crunch like leaves
Miniature angels cast onto their knees

Crushed with hopes and dreams
All to undo the seam
Let them crumble away
Like the stuffing of an insect's dream

Dead branches
Make up these wings
The rain dances
The lightning stings

The wrath grows
While peace is deemed
A hopeless dream
Not too impose
This leafless wing

Answer 3

it is good

Answer 4

good