Dead 7

Dead 7

A Poem by ScintellaCadence

Anger issues?
What?
With me those don't exist.
My anger is calm
its collective.
It doesn't give to fricks about what you think
Why do you think its so evidently there
without being so obvious?

Can you sense those smoldering embers 
of my mood swinging its bucket round'
filled with the seven sins
Hitting you with easy glares
Cauliflower clouds
of Hatred
just freezing time.
With its Death Stare.

Ha, those sheafs of silver pricks of light
so fast, thats what they appear to be.
One, two tres!
You've been best
by me.
I lap up the hurt that you're feeling
like any other.
Gluttony.

I'm much to proud,
THE SUN.
That big thing that ball of impossible.
No, that moon cant block it out as I can.
I can hold it in hand
I'm Prometheus's 
heir, his progeny.
His Left-Hand man.

Upset that HE
even chose man-kind over me.
What have they, we, done for you?
I don't know, but it seems 
that I have lost my respect for you.

© 2014 ScintellaCadence


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Anger can explode leaving behind hurt and burns.
I try to control it, but it is hard to do.


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