Red, the colour of revenge.
Seen all over his face.
As he hits the punching bag
Until he is bloodied and almost dead.
Red, the colour of anger,
Radiating of his body.
The world falls down to his knees,
But still he isn't pleased.
He paints the town red
With his cruel, calculating ways.
Everybody else will suffer
For the way he is mad.
The blood oozes out his victim's body.
This is one of many nights
Where the world is in fright
"What will he do next?"
I saw the way he looked at me.
As if he wants to break me.
But I saw right through him.
The pain he is hiding.
He is a menace
He plays the world like tennis.
The world is his toy
But he wants more, so much more.
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
