Vengeance of Insanity (The Macabre Lover)

Vengeance of Insanity (The Macabre Lover)

A Poem by IceDragonOfPluto
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A poem of simple insanity and tragedy

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I can not clear these voices in my mind
Circling around until they intertwine

With the very fibers of my soul:
'Just take the knife, no one will ever know
You sliced the very throat of righteousness.
What kind of fool allows his emptiness
To get the best of him and rip his heart
Into pieces? Instead, just tear apart
The foolish wench as she drowns in the blood
That taints you with a never ending flood
Of betrayal, lies, pain and agony;'

'Demonic voice, dwelling inside of me,
Depart! Never return! Just let me be!'
But as I debate this voice within me,
My heart and soul succomb to the powers
Of darkness that haunt the latest hours
Of night. I look upon her sleeping face,
I know wishing for anothers embrace,
And the voice returns, whispering within:

'Just look at her as she slumbers in sin
Then wakes to see a man she only hates.
In her eyes, yes, those pretty cat-like eyes,
Your just a fool she will always despise
Though she walks with you hand in hand, for show.
For many years, she's tainted your kind soul
And only loved the money you worked for
So you can give to her, yet she wants more! 
With one like her, your tortured, twisted fate
Is sealed forever questioning her love
That you can not simply prove or disprove.
End it! Walk closer to that wretched beast
That has long made your heart her bloody feast.'

The voice and thoughts spiral inside my head
And then I know that she will soon be dead.
Into the darkened room, I grab the knife,
Walking forward to end her wretched life.
Her pillowed cheek, laying softly embraced,
Blushes under night's breeze, kissing her face.
Oh wretched night! Even you steal her kiss
From me and feed this inner wickedness
That longs for blood upon this shining steel.
Oh, but once more, my lips and skin must feel
And taste this wench! What now? Oh heart, oh heart,
What do I do? You're tearing me apart.
If I am not loved by her, then no one
Shall ever love me and I'll be alone
Forever living in this agony.
I'd rather suffer hell eternally
Than walk the earth and live this painful life.
So, adieu wench. I grab the wicked knife
And stab my heart as blood falls to the floor.
Screaming in tears, she walks into the door
And in that last moment, inside her eyes,
I know that I was loved and not despised.
'Oh fool, why must you leave me? I love you!
If I can't have you, then I shall die, too'
As my life fades, she takes my knife from me,
Stabs her chest, then joins me eternally.

 

 

 

 

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© 2011 IceDragonOfPluto


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A very interesting tale, and sadly this hits me deep within. The guy reminds me of me and the s**t i put up with.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Well I have to say you caught my attention and held it throughout. I most certainly did not expect the twist at the end till it was right upon me. But I did feel the agaony he was debating with. One of the few things in this world we must all learn is trust and these types of tragedies could be avoided. Romeo & Juliet they are not but very nicely penned.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Dude I love your style. I love the macabre. You nail it perfectly!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is definitely intense.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Simple insanity? hmm seems pretty intense to me.. :) You did an excellent job expressing the emotions.. You had me at the edge throughout.. It allowed me to feel the emotions.. tragic end.. but then is it?? Together for eternity...x I loved this..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago



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IceDragonOfPluto
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My pen name is IceDragonOfPluto. I am a proud Scorpio. I'm dark and dreary but I have many hopes and dreams. I love to read and write poems. My writng style is what you may call Dark Romanticism. I lo.. more..

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