Waste

Live among the rotten

In a world of abundant gore

Where the many are the murderers

And the few are made from massacre.

Blood sitting bottled up like fine wine

Swallowed down by the oppressors as they wait

For a fleeting second of vulnerability

Because they know that you're a waste of space.

Free of the bonds of sin

We shall slaughter one another

With the piles of dead bodies

Competing with each other.

And as we growl our disgust

Towards those that claim purity

The knives clutched in our hands

Prove that to this world we all are worthy.

Reviews

[Stevo The POE-t]

I read this earlier when I was writing my newest poem... Just hadn't had time to review it yet... I really love this poem girl for one major reason... As writers, Poets I do believe we live among the waste aka the forgotten... You really do have talent and never think for one second that you don't... I'm trying to find the right words to leave you a worthy review... I'm always up for a massacre lol.. And I love writing about murder... Good job girl... You rocked it

[Noah]

Sometimes not everything is a waste

[Riley Bray]

True. Thanks for the review~