The hunted

I am hunted.
Not by a savage priest
but the very placid I'm known to keep.
Maniacal laughter has framed my face.
Malicious you have become.
oh, how you appease my hunger.
The merry havoc you have plundered.
I have surrendered to you.
Heavy shackles built from greed.
Bloodlust ties for tongues to plead.
"you weren't built to cry" someone once said.
They don't know how I dream of death.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

...the outburst in the lines of this one....the language and the vocabulary in the words give much to the write...

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Heavy shackles built from greed.
Bloodlust ties for tongues to plead.

I loved these lines, so much. Awesome write

[steppenwolf]

I especially like "merry havoc."

[Falon Quirke]

This is really good!
"Heavy shackles built from greed.
Bloodlust ties for tongues to plead"
Those are my favorite two lines! Really nice poem.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow this poen seems to say one thing then shifts position to say another when it talks of death. the kick in the teeth ending is good.

[Owlette]

I don't know if that is a good or bad thing haha

[Owlette]

It isn't as much about death in the literal term as it may seem, like a riddle =]