better than you
i am. i will be
seeing black
screaming in this silence
of a world gone quiet
quiet to me.
nothing but revenge
of an ancestral creed
an outlet of hate
an outlet of righteousness
to me. you will be.
the pain i unleash
the same. pain you suffer.
you will do no honour
in dying for the sins
of you and your kind
die my darlings
die. as i.
your torture is an instant
in return for an eternity
of mine.
pain, retribution
washing away in an instant
nothingness awaits
with its warm embrace
i am righteous.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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Will someone please try to explain to me (like I'm a six year old) wtf has gotten into everyone lately? What's with all the depression, pain, guilt, and general angst- ridden bloodbath type poetry?
This way, Jerry's place will be the only place worth being at.
Kill me now.
didnt know there was so much of it goin around, and yeah well jerry is always upbeat isn't he? must be all the drugs :D
One of your few good poems... =P
Kidding! I'll let you decide on what...
awesome poem...truely awesome..
nice
Dude! Next open mic :D Or let me read it :P I just read it to myself in a rather maniacal manner, suits :D
Drugs? So you're telling me those little chocolates I've been eating don't HAVE seeds?!
:o
The puppeteer - im trying to figure out how that sentence ends, thanks anyways though!
RSZ, dee thanks!
Fallen - meh, get as freaky as you like with it
Jerry - they do, but u'v been doin far worse stuff before i bet :D
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