Mouths Of Greed

A collab poem I did with my friend Keli.

I rush from the light,
The mockery.
The wicked laughs of impurity.

Those damned fools,
Thinking light will bring them hope
when they are all better off dead.
The shadows are the ones who board the ship of hell.

Demons, demons
Hell... The gates...
Flames of fire,
No more ice, always burning,
Lost souls, busy being damned,and gambling away the last of their soul.
No more death, always immortality.

We walk the path of light not mapped.
Blood trickling from our hungry mouths,
Burning the sensation to kill,
Killing is happiness.
But happiness is the game of death,
We must feed these mouths of greed.

Author's Note

Dark poem that I collabbed with my friend Keli. :) Thought it'd be fun so we did one over yahoo chat. Lol.

Reviews

[Timeless-Chan]

wow i def could not tell that this was made over yahoo chat lol:P really really dark and ryhmic:) "killing is happiness but happiness if the game of death" geez that really stinks for greedy people huh!?

[Melody]

Lol. Yeah... :) Thanks. I'll tell my friend. :D And yes, that does indeed suck for the greedy people. Lol

[ewest1220]

Awesome! Very dark and once again I can feel the almost jazzy tone ring from the words. I like the pessimistic outlook in the last stanza. Keep writing!

[Melody]

Thanks. :) I'll tell my friend that you liked it too. And I plan too.