For the most mysterious period of time,
I've been feeling a strong desire
To destroy something beautiful with my hands
And then arrange it's proper demise.
The urge oozing out of my fingertips,
My mouth being the witness of my devil,
Colours were starting to make no sense to me
And who's to deny the call of above, you will?
The discovery of another part of yourself,
Even seeing the ugly face seems better
When whole your life you just waited in vain
Only to find you're just 'nother fish in the gutter.
I'm tired of the fences, the limits make me cow.
I wanna fly on black cloud and break my box.
You'll all see me and fear my instanity,
As I'll rain you all with the blood of chaos.
Mark my words, the world will shiver
And you all will run kid back to your gods,
While I'll be laughing on your pathetic faces
As I'll finally be free from all the nords.
I don't need your presence, absence serves fine,
Gives me time to crave out my pathos.
You'll cry as I'll broadcast my fate in crimson,
As I rain you with my Blood of Chaos.
YOU ARE READING
A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoesíaJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
