Bettering of Yesterday

Flesh so soothing, a depression so strong, 
A life so short, a misery so long. 
A heart that's pure, with a touch of decay, 
Words of slaughter, bitter blasphemies to say. 
A God of the throne, a God in the dirt, 
The evil of humanity, the supremacy of hurt. 
A whisper of agony, a stench of audacious, 
A corpse to taste in all your forged graces. 

It is what it can't be, its not what you've said, 
I take no blame for the nine inch nails in the dead. 
The rope to devour, I refuse his blood, 
To catch in the mouth, and swallow the mud. 
Worship the gruesome sight with fear, 
Wait for your judgment as it treads itself near. 

Scream of the Hollow, shutter of harrow, 
Lets worship a creature without a better tomorrow.

Reviews

[Sleepless Dreamer]

"A heart that's pure, with a touch of decay,
Words of slaughter, bitter blasphemies to say."
"A corpse to taste in all your forged graces. "
These lines stood out to me, they truly showed what was being felt and this was truly amazing.
I don't know what a perfect poem is like, but if there is one, this is extremely close.

[kris reed]

I absolutely love your poem! I don't have any suggestions, because I think it's great as is! The theme and message resonates with me, and I love the beat it has as well as your word choice. It's great! Thanks!

[Baphomae]

Thank you for taking the time to read it. I had written this poem in 2008, so it has some years behind it.