I despise this man I see, / So tact, refine and proper; / The way he talks and behaves. / I’m sickened by his actions, / Hate and dark intent flowing; / Inside my hoar frosted veins. / Sadistic visions fill me, / So I just had to do it; / And abolish this being.
Continue quest →If you’re reading this poem, / Better be cautious and firm; / Because every mistake counts. / Who I am is what you think, / What you do or what you say; / Dictates my every action. / I am what you fear and hate, / The one that you always curse; / But dreaded…
Continue quest →A death by a prickly scythe, / Is a birth of a new soul; / Full of enthusiasm. / This child is holding nothing, / But a sharp pen and paper; / And the spirit to express. / He may fall down and be hurt, / By stereotypes and critics; / Whose aim is to…
Continue quest →Walking on this crooked road, / On my way back to my home; / Reminds me of poignant thoughts. / Seeing these people around, / Whose dreams were taken away; / By this creature we fashioned. / This heartless being so firm, / To what he is all about; / And doesn’t deny a thing.
Continue quest →This lass has danced her last dance, / Now is the time for her sleep; / Into the coil of ashes. / As the last verse of the song, / Played in anticipation; / Inside that candle lit room. / Tension begins to flicker, / In simultaneous chime; / Just like a nursery rhyme.
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