Remorse is a Dead Language

I'll, take, everything that you are
and throw, it all. face down in the dirt
you are the epitome, of everything
that I do see
to be wrong with this life
you are the poison
at the tip, of humanity's knife
the death blow
to my will and soul
the misfortune in Russian roulette
that buts the bullet, through my head
I pull the trigger
trying to squeeze the life out of you
and sprayed my brains
all over the, god damned room
but please don't hesitate
please take your turn
and join me in hell
where us heart breakers burn

see beyond, the looking glass
focus on something else,
other than, your false reflection
this is the truth that you
have ignored right from the start
I am not human
I'll take my revenge, and rip out your heart
no remorse
for the dead
you're nothing more than a slave to trend
this is the
end of you, and everything you are
never worked for anything
so take every wish upon a star
send it with a kiss, and tell me how far
you get before the wind gives up
and exposes to all you lack of gut

no remorse
for the dead
no remorse
for the weak
no remorse
for you
anymore

Author's Note

FEEDBACK, notes for improvement, any constructive criticism or praise helps honestly

Reviews

[Ian Faraway]

Emotion was really strong in this poem...but I think the song I was listening to as I read it enhanced it :D , anyways a few spelling errors and spots that didn't quite make sense. Other than that, J'adore!

[Linear]

Not Realy my kind of poetry, though emotions flowed
Well written and well executed

[Bree]

I love how this sounds like russian roulette kinda. In a different way. I guess.

[kdpgrahi]

Excellent. A good description. I could enjoy.

[Pretty Ugly]

I could relate a lot to this. It was good :)

[Carrion.]

ahaha " im hungover " oh wow..
anyways; great piece.
reminds me alot of a BMTH song..
bleeds feelings,
and oozee imagery. (i dont know how to spell that word