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The Return of Darkness |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
Yo, Click...BOOM!!! Plastic shrapnel explodes Warm tissue shreds Complete silence spreads Mattel makes dolls Did the CEO know these would be used in war? Did they foresee scars? Foresee a child crippled? Dazzled by items, Thoughts of joy...lure they who have nothing. We all support the Taliban Whose gas do u think is in your Dodge Caravan? Lost is my passion for life I'm king...of the knife Awake late to explore the nightlife Awake with thoughts of fighting strife My throne, this dark-art of poetry. I'm the king of tragedy! Been alive longer than prophecy said I would be! Shadow-business speaks, like a slave's whispers The big bang theory, human's manifestation of savagery The triumph and agony speaks of the death of kings Razorbladed salvation, ripples from local springs A tone that alone leaves you instilled in stone. Born an abandoned pup. Grown-up myself now, A ruby! The perfect picture of poetry Still don’t see why my parents left me Why they left me alone, walking away calmly School system's forced my integration forced the foundation of my sustained hatred AHHHH!!! Do u hear me? AHHHH!!! Do u feel my pain? The system fails in society’s cell. Incredible pain that weakens knees I conjured dark-matter from a nexus constantly into a junction of hex's and curses. This asylum seekers mind shatters behind the mask of a Shogun and dreadful omens. Hidden emotion, exploding in the unknown dark mist of heaven's children I can’t stand this lock's combination! I divorced my clan, divorced my religion! A soul sickened, the seven sins, its spokesman. Someone speak of this sovereign swordsman. Torching the foundation of Aspen, I turn mountains to basins, blazoned and blackened. Returning home I see Clouds. Profound is the sight of them bleeding black snow. A council of consequences seeks sanctuary. No insurance against insurgency But I refuse a move to the rank of refugee. Discovery of a body provokes no emotion in me A candles flame doesn’t flicker, yet burns persistent, Near a grave, no headstone, nothing to mark existence. I'm accompanied by assassins, Associates that negotiate with shadows This interesting metamorphosis exists. Consequently the grief was of course all-consuming a baby’s death in a locked car Animals abused...ripped apart The closer I get to understanding humanity... The further away I feel! That’s why I see something beautiful in a bracer of chain and steel. Something beautiful in blood splats on tarot packs, My anxiety attack's caused by thunder My mind, my spirit, my essence forged by hunger. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
Triumphant return to form Def, some serious passion there. Since you've been gone I've found love again, finally after five long years since my fiancee's death to the demon needle and endless tears, comfort sex and alcohol abuse and have been writing some more romantic works in the open section. I'll link my favourites for you mate. /pip/Forum100/HTML/000975.html - Sleeping Seraph /pip/Forum100/HTML/000951.html - Beauty for the End of Days /pip/Forum100/HTML/000893.html - Twilight Passion Play /pip/Forum100/HTML/000750.html - Take My Heart /pip/Forum100/HTML/000602.html - Of Ghosts and Dreams /pip/Forum100/HTML/000971.html - One Heaven Sent Never sigh for a better world, it's already composed, played and told. |
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Rocheal Junior Member
since 2009-03-15
Posts 25 |
Awesome... |
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