Looking into those sinister eyes,
A fallen angel cries,
Pools of blood flow through the tears,
With it drowning them in their fears,
Protecting them of their complicated and kaleidoscopic heart,
Questioning where did all of this start?
The pain, agony, heartache, betrayal and lies?
Oh honey don't you see this is reality,
And people weak like you we don't take so kindly!
Fix yourself they tell you,
The anger inside you is the devil within you,
The real you,
Sitting in the fire of your stomach wanting to come out and prey on the one who deserve this the most.
See? They don't like you? I proved it
Teach them the meaning of living in hell because they will never know what hell looks like until it stares at them in the face,
And prove themselves how much of a pity they are too similar in their case.
They can't keep up,
Cause they are pathetic to let themselves walk out,
Your life and everything that meant to you,
Shatter,
Losers are they not?
Yes,
Perfect.
Don't worry I fixed myself,
But not the way you expected,
Sure maybe more expressive,
However, don't fret this is just for reality,
The true meaning will show,
How much of an asshole you are,
Almost like being hit and killed by a moving car,
When the words will rip through and tear apart your thing called a "heart,"
The eyes sit by a fire,
Giving them questions that is dire,
But now when you look into those sinister eyes,
You will see where the devil lies.
YOU ARE READING
Miscellaneous
PoetryJust some poems I like to write about. Possibly the good, the bad and the ugly.