Wicked DeathA Poem by realmwriterMy revenge, should I seek to exact it upon you, will not be swift You will suffer much, as I take my time to fill your soul with pain and fear sublime You will writhe in agony as I tear at your flesh and devour your mind
I am the kind of demon you cannot fight I am hateful, fearful, unabashed pain of delight I come swiftly and leave slow to burn, for what I do to you, for cessation you will yearn I am the thing that fear can feel , I am the pain that wicked can't deal
I will tear you limb from mottled limb, just to watch your tortured figure pulsing, twitching, bleeding in my mirth I am anger, I am rage, I am the dragon loosed from it's cage I seek you my victim, not for joy, but instead for an awful panicked, scared little toy
Your soul will weep at my blistered, broken, ashen feet I am that from which there is no escape, the deepest, foulest, acrid breath I am Wrath, wicked death. © 2014 realmwriterReviews
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7 Reviews Added on August 1, 2014 Last Updated on August 1, 2014 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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