The knife p
l
u
n
g
e
Separating mind from body
like a crowbar in my skull
Destroying my resistance
as the anger takes its toll.
I am
the madman with the gun.
I am
the bloodstained chosen one.
They will whisper of my deeds for years to come
With tight lips painted black.
Author notes
This has to do with the feelings I am experiencing in regards to the shooting at VT. And no, I am not alluding to myself committing a crime.
Comment about like, stuff, if like, you wanna. Like, totally.
Comments
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Dark and powerful. I loved the way this was formatted (took me a second to think of that word). It really gave a spendid image of the word "Plunges". Great job, and keep up the wonderful work!

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This is really good. I wrote something similar to this, that was really morbid, because I felt a little morbid at the time. I still think its a pretty cool piece, but everyone who reads it thinks it is lacking tact. Then again, people also tell me that I have no tact. Wow I am rambling...ok so the whole point of this was that I like the poem. lol
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Wow.
This was a powerful piece.
I really think you did a great job on this. The format was awesome and it gave it alot more meaning.
~SweetAmber~



