Feeling Divine

[Subservient Nonentity]

Note: To read this poem properly, you need to pause when you see a comma, period, or the end of a line.

All this pent up rage and anger
makes me want to cry
Why should I though?
It’s all a sadistic game,
full of masochists, and
I feel out of place.
So instead I clench my fist
and raise my head
and lower my eyes, to see
the other wicked wretches
and to breathe of slight relief, as
anger is it’s own unique pain.
Yet, again and again I play;
Yearning for its' beautiful pain

 

[- Xenn be Twisted -]

Very nice emotion but the timing in it didn't really make sense, and I tried reading it with your note too >.- Maybe you should mak einto a slight story...  

[Subservient Nonentity]

Nezzy da Nezz

Very nice emotion but the timing in it didn't really make sense, and I tried reading it with your note too >.- Maybe you should mak einto a slight story...

I'm a rebel. There is no intended timing, only brief pauses to add dimension, per say. I wrote this years ago when I was rather infatuated with a masochistic person. I wrote this for them one particularly rough day, when their father said they'd never amount to anything and was just a waste of space.