Punishment

Punishment

A Poem by The Darkest Muse
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Now, there are two spirits at work here. There's me...then there's Sara Baker. I'll write her story one day on here but this is just something I wrote under that particular

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Judge me
And I'll watch you eat your tongue
And choke on the words.
You cannot possibly think you can overpower me
You cannot possibly think
I'll let you lose so easily.
I'll crush you
Rip your eyes from your head
And ram them down your bleeding throat
Just so that you may see what your soul hides in your lies
Burning holes through your
Conscious ability to decipher truth anymore
You're nothing but the earth beneath my feet
And I'll make sure you STAY THERE
You'll ROT for all you did to me!!
YOU'LL scream and I'll dance to its rhythm
My feet scarred and bloody
From all you burned through me
I am what you fear
Always will you cringe and wish to forget
But my eyes will set your mind to remember
Always remember
See that which tortures you
And to think hell is still waiting for you
Open arms and begging for your embrace.
Begging to taste your blood on lips long dead and buried
Ghosts will haunt you
Their shadows will freeze your veins to the core
You'll see their truths
And feel the nails as they hammer it home
Deep into your brains most sacred spots
And you'll beg the dark, rancid skies for forgiveness
Hoping that I am there to hear you
But I'll close the gates
Swallow the burning, delicious key
And never give a moments time
To remembering.
 

© 2008 The Darkest Muse


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Wow! You are pissed with this person aren't you? I don't think anyone has the right to Judge another personally, as you obviously don't with such forceful rhyme. Better out than in, is my motto. An interesting first read. All the best, Tai

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Added on April 7, 2008
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The Darkest Muse
The Darkest Muse

Mount Olympus, NJ



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I am what my name says. I don't write poetry about flowers, birdies or cute little babies. My poetry is raw and bleeding, under floorboards and screaming. I write what I write because its a reflection.. more..

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