Misanthropic Thoughts II

Shunned from a world that only lives by lies,
We're left alone, unseen by their cruel eyes
That stare into our souls, ruled by the darkness
They created to ensure loneliness.
Always different from our society,
We linger in the vast eternity
Of time, chaos and all that mortals fear
And yet, these things, we have always kept dear
To us. When others mocked our darkened minds,
We learned to shove away and leave behind
The emotions, the pain that tore apart
Our souls, our minds and weary, broken hearts.
We long to trust, we long to let this go,
This neverending stain that taints our soul;
But like a flower blooming in the spring,
We know this stain returns and always brings
With it the memories that caused this life
To stab us with its proverbial knife;
And as the crimson blood pours from our skin,
Together, dark warrior, we'll look within
And draw strength from the darkness, deep inside,
That's been with us all the way to confide
And learn the ways of this cruel world and all
It stands for. May our darkness cause its fall.

Author's Note

Addressed to the same person.

Reviews

[Fragilebrokendreams]

Those lines," We know this stain returns and always brings with it the memories that caused this life. To stab us with its proverbial knife and as the crimson blood pours from our skin..." Remind me in a way about Shakespeare's classic Macbeth, when Lady Macbeth says,"Will not all the scents of arabia cleanse this little hand.."
How, thy blood/ stains of old evil deeds come back to haunt us still.

[GridLok]

A call-to-arms, both metrically neat and rhyming reet.

[realmwriter]

The flow was superb and the rhymes are perfect. The meter keeps the whole thing tied together and I can appreciate the slight turn toward the end.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

May life breath frie into your mind of minds.