I drank of
intoxicated fountains,
feeling pulse in
chafed skin that
hardened as steel
to provoking lips;
concrete sarcasm
smashed against
suicidal walls as
wrecking ball
tearing down patience,
where pebbled existence
stood in remembrance
of stability-
Dagger ed tongue spewed
acid in antagonistic eyes,
feeling venomous rage
possess decayed body
as black bled through
revenge;
vindictive vendetta
violated mental meditation,
leaving demons to breed
destruction
A contest entry
- Anger - 24 hours by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended September 16, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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This is excllent, powerful and poignant.
I think the line breaking was a bit.. too much- kind of made the flow rather choppy. However, this was still very profound and I like this very much.
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