I am growing in my disease
Consuming all things around me.
I feel the ecstasy of it all.
For the sake of contamination
Can you see the shattered lives?
They dance possessed on their own graves
as if wild banshees, Their souls
caroused within the darkness.
When they fade to sleep in the morn
I will sneak up and open
their eyes to my nightmares.
That is my addiction.
To see others suffer.
I find joy in creating
dramatic tears.
I find it a sweet intoxication.
Do you see my gleaming blade
as I hack into the foundation of your soul?
I will real you in with my mesmerizing distortions
I will become your souls cocaine.
I will walk away from you as you lie in pieces.
The gush of your soul flowing like blood
Upon the flowers that will be above your grave.
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Comments
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this part was awesome..
The gush of your soul flowing like blood
Upon the flowers that will be above your grave
this poem was awesome..thanks for entering -
This is dark from you and unexpected but very well done. Love, C
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