A Day Where We Die

A poem about death, and someone who chains me down... he who has eyes and a voice of fury and anguish, and yet seems so endearingly, fearsomely kind. Someone I don't think I'll ever understand.

 

 

A cold metal anvil
At the back of my neck
Bleeding from out, then in
They call it fate
My destiny

 

A double-edged knife
Hung down one ear
Like a precious earring
But the grim reaper in disguise

 

Lines slip out my tongue
I’m vomiting words
Phrases, lines
Fear for everything
When I have nothing

 

I step on fire, hot coal
Then you pour me ice
You make me shiver
And I quiver
And you smirk

 

That same

 

Old

 

Devilishness

Author's Note

How do you feel and what are your interpretations? :)