Morbid poem by moi.
It's been a months time that I remember seeing you, A months time in which I remember the hateful things you spat. Unforgivable verses you rhymed with incurable diseases you spread, Like my rotting liver and decaying heart, forms of your misguided abuse.
Time has turned me cold, more so then your upraised hand could ever do. With bleeding body, eyes torn out, blind and mute I know the path. It's a strike a way from that red ocean of your's, that life you've stowed away. Tearing you apart from emotion to appendage has sent me on my flight.
A fire has been burning deep within my embodied spirit for many years, Revenge bursting to be released upon the man who had staved away all hope, All dignity and reason to be alive. To surrender would be to give away to death. Eye for an eye, murder for the murderer, the unspoken criminal.
I've been raped, beaten, passed around like a late night party toy. My sobs remained unheard and my tears unseen, but like karma says, “What goes around must come around,” always a fold over the other. Always worse then when it was first given.
Like a nightmare, I will cut away every harmful part of your body. I will carve away your sickly skin and devour your very last breath. As I slowly taunt your cooking flesh you will begin to beg, You will cry, but your please will go unheard, tears unseen.
Ja ne.
Captain Bloo · Wed Jun 21, 2006 @ 03:47am · 3 Comments |