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Apr 13, 2011 8:25:19 GMT -5
Post by littledeadboy on Apr 13, 2011 8:25:19 GMT -5
bitterness, I’ll hold onto forever … if there is even the slightest chance … it will one day make you suffer……..
you reap what you sow I reap much more my heart as black as white is snow awaiting sacred hatred’s reward
it’s worth the darkness it is me every time your maniacal mind misguides your peasantry I’ve got intuition for your reason and nooses for your excuses for your abominable, judgmental existence based on the very lies you condemn
no, demon your betrayal here has not been forgotten all these grey empty days wind howling, blood flowing where not another soul has entered my lonely room
heh…and you expect me to forget
you f*cking parasites expect me to forget
but soon even you will remember when one by one you fall into my darkest nightmare burning alive in my black cauldron screaming to be rescued but you should know better than any… the Devil’s justice is without mercy
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Apr 13, 2011 14:33:39 GMT -5
Post by Veritas on Apr 13, 2011 14:33:39 GMT -5
Yo man welcome to DS. We congregate to write, read & comment on one anothers work. So we leave at least one comment to or for someone else, each time we post one of our own. - Lms
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Apr 13, 2011 14:37:56 GMT -5
Post by Veritas on Apr 13, 2011 14:37:56 GMT -5
Dig the piece, but you give the "they" more credit than they diserve. - Lms
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Apr 17, 2011 16:09:57 GMT -5
Post by littledeadboy on Apr 17, 2011 16:09:57 GMT -5
Thanks! And I'll be sure to leave comments for everyone ASAP.
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Jun 14, 2011 22:35:21 GMT -5
Post by zairith on Jun 14, 2011 22:35:21 GMT -5
Very nice write here "my heart as black as white is snow" I would of said, my heart as black as the white of snow It just flows better I think
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Sept 21, 2011 13:10:41 GMT -5
Post by <strip> on Sept 21, 2011 13:10:41 GMT -5
- you reap what you sow - my heart as black - wind howling - blood flowing Cliche, over used. The passion in this poem is quite apparent. Need to dig through a lot of filler and poor rhythm to find it though.
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Oct 25, 2011 19:45:26 GMT -5
Post by Swindle Sheet on Oct 25, 2011 19:45:26 GMT -5
Stanza 3 is money. The line " every time..." is unique. That line made me think.
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Jan 12, 2012 21:33:55 GMT -5
Post by Rhiannon on Jan 12, 2012 21:33:55 GMT -5
I liked the flow of your poem especially the last 2 lines "but you should know better than any… the Devil’s justice is without mercy" They have a lot of power and meaning behind them
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Jan 13, 2012 1:45:43 GMT -5
Post by RisYerg on Jan 13, 2012 1:45:43 GMT -5
Great dark piece! R.Y.
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