Category: Writers Block
I fall with the anger, the rage, the passion, the fury.
And I scream unheard insults until my throat is bleeding raw.
And your voice, though soft and gentle, when whispering those words to her puts the dagger in my hand.
And who dare I bless with it?
You, her, myself?
Ah, the thirst for blood is great now and the lust for battle has risen its crimson head.
And I want to feel flesh, feel fire and all that havoc reeked by sweet vengeful chaos.
You stupid childish prick, did you think I’d wait in the shadows until you decided you needed my touch?
My God, you deserve this then!
With sweet lilting words I draw you nearer.
But this war, this game in all its glory is consuming the very essence I cherish.
Ahh, there is purity in battle, revenge in blood, and love in hate.
For that’s what everyone wants isn’t it?
The flash of silver, the face of death, the thrill of the blade piercing flesh inspires me.
And all those meaningless words back and forth are ashes of the ember now.
Feast your eyes on my condescension and disdain stupid shallow one,
For I stand atop your grave in victory.
And the screams come again, loud, glorious, joyously, “I hope you burn in hell!”
wow that's deep but your good. What made you write it, like what is it about?
I'll tell you in private QN, but names won't be given ha. but I'm glad you liked it thanks
I'm also curious.
Such hate hmm the enemy has won an outright victory.
see me privatly poet and I um, may tell ya lol. The enemy? Goblin, are you refering to the speaker as the enemy? Or that the speaker's hate is their downfall?
see me privatly poet and I um, may tell ya lol. The enemy? Goblin, are you refering to the speaker as the enemy? Or that the speaker's hate is their downfall?