When all lies became truth and all truth becomes lies
And everything their saying will just create the dark skies
The day shall come that those people will be judged but still denies
Thy pieces of shit will be burned and i will let you die
Come to me and say those words
Come near me and you'll see you how you'll fly like birds
Dont worry, i'll not let you go i'll tie you with cords
And as you fly away, i'll beheading you with a sword
Keep on saying bad things about me
Thy life is very short dont waste it for me
I'm about to reach my boiling point, that fire on the fig tree
Dont try me or else you'll see your body on the dead sea
You who call yourself believers believes only in the day
Im mocking, and laughing at you now, try harder and pray
You think it's enough to do it day by day
But your body says the other way around i'll remold you like a clay
Don't try to fix it, cause everything has been damaged
You think you can do it??? But you can never manage
Even if you write a long story and publish it on a page
The time has come that you'll see me on the dark age
Peck on my cheeks and touch me and cuddle
It'll never work now, i'll just pop it like a bubble
You played with my emotions, now it's my turn to juggle
I will never consider you as a part of my life, nor friend nor a couple
You who believes in him have no right to say bad things
You pieces of shit console him and treat him like a king
Now im the one who was left and you leave me hanging
I dont care anymore , i'll skip away and you will hear me singing
There's a portal which divides the good and the bad
And iM now in a place which is hotter than riyadh
Look at me closely and see what i have
It's just a surprise i'll let you ask for it like a deadbeat dad
Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper
Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper
Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper
Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper
YOU ARE READING
Vanta
PoetryPitch black Life is a series of ups and downs, there will be sunny days with cool summer breeze, and there will be rainy days, with dark skies and roaring thunder. I wrote this poem when i was in deep anger. Writing poems helped me a lot on venting...
