I am rock-hard reverence
Yet, the ice has cracked.
I am steak-driven defiance
Yet, the wall is paper thin.
I am stead-fast reliance
Yet, there are cuts in the wire.
I am steel-fisted virtue
Yet, the foundation has crumbled.
I am indomitable
Yet, the sin was absolute.
I found buried treasure
The sweet became tainted.
I let you inside of me
Now I am plagued.
Forever in misery
Dying each day.
Unhinged and suicidal
Razor lived fetishes.
My sins as a man
Laid bare to the bone.
Brought before the man
Chained and delivered.
Silenced by his presence
He speaks into the microphone.
"Death by massive blood loss
due to self-inflicted wounds."
The gavel bangs down
The coffin nailed shut.
I was charade, imitation of man
Forgive me!
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
