Dark Wrath Speaks

 

        Twisted in knots, my emotions scream

tangled rage of my ill natured cold dark lips

speaking with corrupt verse, in all my silent thoughts

violaters turn away-

                              blackened breath consumed with the swirling dust of Death

 

It grips the cold heart tight, only to escape

on a full moon kiss goodnight, releasing myself

free from this fake dual life of characters who do not survive

in this game on battle fields every day.

 

      Im already to the next phase, got the rhyme to step through

follwers lost in the midst of pleasure request, leave this place-

                             or take the kiss!!

Reviews

[Ruth]

Deliciously inviting and dark...love it x

[Me]

Love it, wonderfully dark! :) x

[wordwarrior]

Fabulous imagery in this poem as well as your metaphors. You write dark exceptionally well(not a genre I do very well)
Hats off to you. Excellent!

[Inda]

This is fantastic! Great rhymes and flows like water. Great job!