'I DON'T CARE IF YOUR WORLD IS ENDING TODAY, BECAUSE I WASN'T INVITED TO IT ANYWAY, YOU SAID I TASTED FAMOUS SO I DREW YOU A HEART, BUT NOW I'M NOT AN ARTIST I'M A FUCKING WORK OF ART!' -Manson
Bable bable all you want to bitch,
somehow I knew I would find a cure for this itch.
It was always the words me, myself and I,
do you still wonder why I said goodbye?
In my thoughts I hope you die,
revenge is sweet-an eye for an eye.
I can see it now, your funeral...
The people would 'mourn' but I know the feeling is mutual.
I'll stare down at your grave,
don't worry-I promise I'll behave.
One dead rose for one dead whore.
You lead your life but what exactly for??
Your legs were open for every man,
'beautiful', plastic with an orange tan.
Pathetic is what you are,
you'll burn in flames and melt in tar.
Your corpse made some men errect,
but yet I can't wait for the maggot effect.
With one last glance I tighten my claw,
my only regret is never breaking your jaw.
Rest in peace, bitch.
Soon...I'll take care of this itch.
On your tombstone I'll engrave-
here lies Anelda, the stupid sex slave.
A contest entry
- The Passions of the Heart (Hate, Envy, and Jealousy contest) by MYsecondchance.
1100 points, ended June 27, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Hate! Prewrite's allowed by Ami.
550 points, ended July 12, 86 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I was extremely angry while writing this.
Comments
-
Very strong & emotional. Extremely dark, and imagery excellent. ~Marla~


-
wow
-
wow, strong with emotions
yet a very enjoyable read
"One dead rose for one dead whore."
"Your corpse made some men errect,
but yet I can't wait for the maggot effect."
"With one last glance I tighten my claw,
my only regret is never breaking your jaw."
these are all my favorite parts




