Author's note: This is long because it was a project thing, so I decided to post it in this poem book because it's just one massive poem, and I liked it.
The silent streets echo with only the cracks and snaps of the bones my feet walk upon. My targets think they can run, think they can hide; but in the end they always die. I never wanted to kill them, but for some reason I always try. I sit upon a throne of broken bodies that keeps getting taller. It mocks me and taunts me, as it measures my untruthful honor. My eyes explode with black tears, burning everything they touch. For some reason for me, it doesn't matter so much. I ride through the empty streets on an unwanted guest. These "pests" to you are friends to me, they allow me to fulfill my quest. I loom silent everywhere, turning even the brightest day, into an unholy one. They scream in agony as I slowly appear to them, but yet for me this is merely just some fun. I greet every target with an unnoticed 'hello,' and when they notice signs I'm with them, they just shriek and shout. For they don't understand my ways of spreading pain about. I hang around my past victims for they keep me company, because every new person I meet always runs away. Their heartbeats slow, as they scream no, but I give them a grin and tell them to not worry, because they'll sit atop a royal throne of all their friends of glory.
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Fragments
PoetryFragments is a collection of deep poetry that handles multiple topics. Some are just plain sad, but some others might show a positive outlook at the end. I hope you enjoy these poems.
