My anger and hate continues to grow
My pulse, my heartbeat only grows slow
My eyes burn a fire so filled with regret
Soon by the end of the day, the devil will be scared, I bet
My heart is hollow
My rage is what I follow
Leading me into the core of despite, regret and sin
When you play my game, I promise you'll never win
May my fake flesh container melt showing everyone what I truely am
The happy side of me, my dears, is just a scam
Once I was forgeten, I will never me forgoten again
And you will tremble with fright when you even hear the name of "Your old friend"
Author notes
Christina, I always thought anger and rage was pretty scarey so when I entered your contest I decided to write about that.
A contest entry
- SCARE ME TO DEATH by thelovesongwriter.
410 points, ended June 6, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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I can relate to this poem because when i'm really pissed...i actually feel heat coming off my body! great poem and good luck!
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