"slash, lie, thrill, kill"

“slash, lie, thrill, kill”

 

　

The jagged edge of my tongue

Slices against my pink reality

Where the hispid lies crawl & fester

 

 

No longer will I be a victim

To the prolonged facetious dictators

Who fill me with jaded fantasies

 

 

I stand here alone (if need be)

Screaming against the tidal wave

Smashing against the puppeteer’s contempt

 

 

The dark ebon smoke fills volumes

Where the paltry sum of souls

Cross over the river Styx

 

 

Betrayal is merely a tool

Used by many a Judas goat

Luring me into a state of neutrality

 

 

Let my dark echoes fill the void

And my soul no longer sated by lies

Will at once be reborn as it was meant

 

　

　An intoxicatingly black warrior king

Who will settle for none less

Than the world beckoning

At his sin weary feet

 

　

Kenny L. Mitchell

September 11, 2009

 

　

　

 

Reviews

[Lady V]

Amazing piece. I must admit your work is amazing. There are so many angles to look at Septemebr 11th that I dont think we will ever have poems that are similiar.

Live, Love and Learn

Lady V

[Kayte Anne]

This reads like music, but not lulling - instead, very dark and intense. I love the use of words I have seen in this poem and your others; I see something I treasure in my own work when it so appears, except your style maintains that beautiful, lyrical intensity throughout the entire piece. Good job! (:

[Tears Forgotten]

This is so great.. it is so true and the imagery is almost overpowering...

[Lady Miyako-san of the ..]

Wooooowww......very dark....me likey!!

[deleted]

Wow very dark poem. Melancholy. Though it was somewhat sad it was very cleverly written. Great write!