Programmed to take out a person,
Now sabotaged to kill four;
With My Little Suicide in my head,
I can barely take it anymore.
As a sleeper cell against myself,
I had a sweet voice to add to it;
She added three more targets to the list,
And explains it bit by bit.
Hound the Vacator,
The needy puppy from before;
He was as unstable as U-235,
So how can I trust that loose cannon anymore?
The Poet of Poets,
Asuna swiftly cut you down a lot;
Now she helped shut off any future relationships,
"Dont be surprised I haven't forgot".
Silence.exe
The program with a killswitch;
How the fuck was he a valuable soldier,
When he was killed off by a pathetic bitch?
The forth one you should know,
He's the nice guy everyone wants space from;
Once the perfect boyfriend,
But now the timebomb he has become.
As a tick,
As a tock;
The big ridiculous bomb,
Is about to blow up in the clock.
Betrayed, Forgotten, Abandonded,
But at least you are still here;
Drunk for violence,
Worse than any alcoholic with beer.
As I lay here tonight,
Planning away with rage;
My Little Suicide reminds me,
That I need to release the Rebel from the cage.
Hound, The Poet, Silence,
These men must die;
But good luck killing your alter egos,
Just dont be over their bodies and cry.
Their death will bring peace,
The attempts you have now are a few;
Once you are done with those assholes,
Your last target... is you.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness of a Poet
PoesíaEverything good has a bad side... sometimes we need to let it all out to understand ourselves completely. In this poem book, I reflect on that scary dark side that I have and vent about it.
