Darker Days

A basic poem about the dark ages of life.

I look inside myself, it is eaten by greed.

I take souls from many so I may feed.

If there is death upon you, let it be.

For the only way to live again, is through me.

I will take your soul and slaughter your kin.

Either way you look at it, I will always win.

I am the ultimate being, having to live this death.

Seeing you suffer, takes away my breath.

I will see you again someday, when your blood is shed.

For now, however, death is your partner in my stead. 

Author's Note

Inspired by a friend's suffering.

Reviews

[Pax]

in this poem it made me imagine that we are just indeed human... capable of mistake and indulgence to something so addictive...
a dark tone, but great conveyed emotion.

[uTitta]

Sometimes I feel as if people often forget they are just human. Humans try to accomplish so much for themselves it's almost as if they believe that they are Gods of some sort.

[falling_toxic_rain]

A friends suffering? Crucial... Dark.

[uTitta]

It seems that being stabbed in the back too many times does that to a man.

[falling_toxic_rain]

Ah.. I see.