Beat

Beat

A Poem by Xanthous Crow

Thinking is hard
The world is confusing
With deceitful smiles
And neon distractions
Aimed to draw you away
From yourself.

But that isn't the only reason
That it's hard to think
Every time I try
I remember you
And my head floods with the color red
My ears drowned by beating war drums.

It is hard to think
When you're in a rage
Anger is a killing thing
I agree, Mr. L'Amour
But I can't help myself.

I love myself more than you
But you still drive me over the edge
The little things you do infuriate me
As does your attitude
Pathetic.

Have a nice life
I mean it
Maybe
Before I get my hands on you
Then you'll be sorry.

© 2012 Xanthous Crow


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Lots of anger and internal residue in this one. But it's done in a poetic style with a powerful and blood raising ending. Nice one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Xanthous Crow

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Relic ^.^. I always enjoy and appreciate your input. I'm glad you enjoyed!
Relic

11 Years Ago

:)

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Xanthous Crow

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