You're a succubus,
you're goddamn poisonous.
You've come to poison us.
I know what you can't be,
I know what I can see.
You're superfluous.
You won't poison us.
You try to rule by lust,
you have broken my trust.
I won't give in to you,
I can see right though.
I'll make you bend,
I'll make you break,
I can see you're fake.
Feeding from your den of hearts,
feeding off our broken parts,
you won't take me.
You can't take me.
I'm honestly a prodigy,
so here's my apology:
I'll break you down,
I'll take your crown.
I will knock you off of your steeple,
I'm the leader of broken people.
We've all been hurt,
tools to desert.
We have all been through worse,
so go prepare your hearse.
Won't be manipulated,
Your lies are fabricated.
We have broken hearts,
which have tiny parts.
My people, gather your wits,
gather your broken bits,
combine them as one,
our heart is our gun.
We beat as one.
We do what we must,
we'll conquer this lust.
We're a force of love,
an innocent dove.
We're gathered together,
so shed a feather.
We'll paint it red,
with the blood we've shed.
The red dove of love,
what are we afraid of?
The forces above?
Do we fear you,
crushed and blind?
Or do we fear what's in our mind?
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoetryI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...