Im addicted to the dream
of the ash and debris.
The fire of love, and the loathing to be me.
A demon inside, a reason to be mean.
A crazy look of bloodlust
and a feeling that must be
vicious energy from the codeine.
A suppliment of your anger and resentment.
A solace to you, but not to me.
The reason for dying and leaving you be.
A heartless soul unleashed.
There to devour all your human being.
Your reason for living.
Your demeanor is interesting, and full of hate.
I understand it but its too late.
To reverie that one day
I will no longer have to pay
to your dark and demon ways,
and that In not trapped here all my days.
Author notes
Option C
A contest entry
- & I tasted beauty when you told me I wasn't human in your eyes by Re-invention.
580 points, ended August 15, 15 entries
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Comments
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wonderful self-exploration poem! I liked the way you used your vocabulary and how well you managed your prompt. thank you for entering!
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