As I dance with the devil in the pale moonlight,
We're feeling their bones crash of fright.
Cutting their tongues and blinding their sight,
So we make them become whole with our might, as we site, darkness through our bones like mites.
With my eyes black as coal,
And my greed to control,
You underestimate my role.
Because I have no goal, I will never feel whole.
So my soul is craving more,
From the flesh that I tore,
You will never know what for,
As I rip through their cores.
The darkness is deceiving me,
Through self proclaiming misery,
We weep our webs through mystery.
Cut through their jewelry, ivory.
You're acting like a machine.
With no sense of your old keen,
And you're not blue, you're green,
Cause you're causing a scene.
Chasing after the time,
In this dark midnight rhyme.
For their plaques, fought with thyme,
And their wedding ball chime.
For you hold no power,
Standing straight like a tower,
As we feast, we devour,
Your pale flesh, freshly sour.
Hear chimney screams,
Cruel flowing through our veins,
Holding onto their seems,
Our lungs filled with gleam.
My end now has come near,
With my corpse you must bear,
Show no signs of mear fear,
As I walk toward the clear.
June 17th 2022
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"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-
Poetry"All of the words left unsaid, The messages left unsent, The letters burned and ashes buried six feet deep, for I could never tell a soul what I really feel." All of these poems are mine, please do NOT edit, re-publish or re-upload them without my p...
