Your eyes are so cold,
yet they burn upon sight.
You are the master,
of blood-soaked fright.
And do you enjoy it,
the power of death.
Is it of entertainment,
to taint his every breath.
Does It make you feel,
as if you were a man.
Is that why for this power,
you so violently began.
???????
No, you are wrong,
for manhood it is not.
Only it is the contract,
Of the hell where you will rot.
You will die unspoken,
with fear you’ve always held.
You will die unloved,
uncared for, expelled.
You will die feared of,
hated, and forgot.
You fall and fall,
into hell’s black spot.
Because as you fought,
and died for your manhood.
All this time you struggled,
never knowing what you could.
!!!!!!
But still you are not taken,
by the devil’s hand.
All it takes for heaven,
Is one simple stand.
Ask for help and forgiveness,
cry out and you will see.
Your whole world will turn around,
and a man, you will be.
Author notes
3) “I see the blood all over your hands. Does it make you feel more like a man?” – Saliva, “Always”
sorry its so long i got carried away
A contest entry
- Options Contest for the Creative Mind by chasingwhiterabbits.
700 points, ended June 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any lines your hated.. maybe liked??
Comments
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This is great! Great evolution within it!
I really liked this part:
"You will die unspoken,
with fear you’ve always held.
You will die unloved,
uncared for, expelled.
You will die feared of,
hated, and forgot.
You fall and fall,
into hell’s black spot."
And the ending is great too! Nice job!
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I like the second and fifth stanzas best. I like what you did with the prompt; I didn't honestly think anyone would take it, and you did so well with it!
Thanks for entering.
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