FreeA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Finally finished, I hope you enjoy the poem! Writing this was a blast, I'd do it again any day. Very enthralling, exhilarating experience.Slaughter the martyr Chained to the alter Harvest the hallows Born from tomorrow Hearts that are shallow Die through the hours Baptised in battle Hypocrisy is my belief Grieving soul awakened Shaped by a rapist Escape the hatred Feed the ill-fated Awaited torture My misfortune Mindless mortal Join the circle Incorporeal hopeful Open wounds ugly spoonful’s of morsels hungry Current killers love me Reveal the thrillers suffering Stronger than the shrill sound of nothing Cries of the monster, calling Forgotten, unresponsive Comprehend the dishonest Hatred harnessed Carved in cadavers like vomit Bonded into the bloodshed Symbols on my memories Committed to the matrons Of this insanctuary Insanity unsanitary vanity inside With the blood of many kinds With the poison the lead heavy Severing the serving portions Eating our own emotions We remain hoping Our eyes blind, but open Pretend to see what lies tomorrow Through this deeply seeded horror Growing floral sorrow, anger breaking morals I grin reliving the beginning of sinning Giving in is for p***y’s, I’m winning until it’s over With my arm held high above my head Standing on a mountain of bodies Rotting under the heat of dead flesh Trying to reach the sun before I’m crushed Breathing in my blood for everyone’s lust Somebody who died years ago, a husk And has no place to go, not but the rush of blood Inside the heart of a hopeless monster Who has nothing but body mind and soul And a bucketful of hope They can call me a joke The moment I spoke I spat out the taste of hell I broke out of my shell Spelling my story Stringing my sentences into a song Die smiling in the bile and Grasp the sun’s light, still holding on For everyone, until I’m shrivelled, shivering, done Until the darkness consumes me And the light out does me Black blood dried in the summer heat Cheat death, defeat your kill count Amount to a final break down Countdown, break out, give myself now Until I’m buried in the ground Bleeding into a new reality And finally be free
© 2018 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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