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Home >> Poetry & Literature >> the few written words of the unwritten poet
01.11.2010, 01:33 quote
I shall start with the two poems i have written that have received the best feedback. then i shall add either from my vast archive of poetry or ones that i write just for you my lovely audience
*warning* this first poem features some harsh language *warning*
farewell sweet society, we have flirted and made love under the crimson night but no more shall i be your bitch, a bastard at your beck and call for you to abuse as you see fit and cast aside like trash.
All i have left is my words and with them i will pierce your soul and the souls of all the foul cretins that follow your poison lead...i will write until the heavens themselves grow weary of you claw like grip over the hearts of man and woman alike.
I hold hatred in my heart for you and that hatred flows through my whirling tempestic mind and through my fingers onto digital page.
and when they read, they shall weep.
weep tears of bloody hatred as i have.
this second one is titles one last dance
tonight you dance with death, and your soul is on the line
better keep on running cause your running short on time
cant you feel the darkness? slipping down your spine?
your body and the devils, slowly intertwine
with cackling in the darkness "come to me your mine"
your hands are drenched in blood now, like a drunkard drenched in wine
his fiery whips lash at your skin like your just some common swine
all the bad things that you did in life your paying for these crimes
and theirs one thing you know for certain, redemption shall never be thine
fire skulls and brimstone, its to late to wish and pine
for life and love now left behind, tonight in hell you dine
so stop calling to your holy god, stop looking for a sign
cause down in the darkened pits of hell your prayers are just benign
no hand of god to guide your fate, no angels wings to shine
his fingers wrap around your soul like a dark and twisted vine
01.11.2010, 17:07 quote
Ludicrous! They're to poetry what the Darkness were to rock - the last one needs to be twice as long ![]()
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