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Regret-Duette

Contributed by clayman on Thursday, 10th December 2009 @ 02:48:35 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



In the distance
I hear the war drums
hum in slow sullen beat,
the eerie sound hearts make
when pounded together
to extract vengeance.

My disposed evils have merged
into an allied coalition of thorns,
with scalpling tips, sans roses.
Their hammers of rage
stand dressed with my face,
decorated by cracks.

A crimson pulse of rythms
reveals them
lining up for epic battle
at my feet.
My knowing once whispered
of this coming impasse.
An expectancy fulfilled.

The fuse is lit for the end of ways.

This skull of past lovers
know all my secrets
and weaknesses told in trust,
but none of them
could fully breathe me in
or get under my rusty skin.
Time now, to please,
come in.

I know of their immaculate plans
to ram me into devil's horns
like a lunatic forced to
copulate with demise,

provided plentiful.
How they crave.

Slyly and somberly I prepare
to give them lessons
in how to bleed.
Ballads of failure I will instill
with the scythes of promise
from beyond this hill.

Sincerity, my only armor
beside this dirk of truth,
I will gladly thrust
to pierce their coccoons
and tricle out the pastes
of bile conductor,
their brazen giver of life-force.
The god they bow to.

Can they truly believe
I am like them,
also thriving purely
from sin?

Horrible hates brew
inside this bottle
I securely keep sealed shut,
dancing pregnant
with a swirl of actions
I loathe to enact.

I fear its time
to unchain my demons
and swiftly summon
their grimy fates,
their musty parodies
are the signatures they etch
in tombstones promised.

No wards
can keep them safe,
no barricades
will ever block my gates.

Let them find me now
as grenade
born without pin.
Readied to inflict.

I confess,
I do not want to be like this,
but they beg so beautifully,
on pairs of bloodied knees
hobbling in need.

To say this will not hurt or scar
eludes me for I posess no off-switch.
This rapid concussion
entails
scant participation,
except their timely deaths.

Pin-riddled anguish
has been my food for so long,
can they avoid my scrutiny?
Do not forget
as they have studied me,
I know their every flaw and glitch.
Only difference is I enjoy dying,
repetition has made it easy.
Lessons from the past.

Dare they pile blackness on my name
and try push upon me all blame?
I will smile as I chain them to the pyre
and ready them their cloaks of fire.

May the pieces of my heart they stole
lash gashes in their dying souls.
Standing together they cannot oppose
even a fraction of my malice.

How can I fear infantile quests
when I grasp the wisdom of scrolls?

I am amused to know
they have cleverly poured
their own poison chalices.

Let them laugh, thinking I am filled
from devouring their sticks & stones.
I will bellow out contentment
as I watch them flail the quicksand
of lies slowly redeeming them,
descending the pits they prayed
into existence.

Convincing them I am down and defeated
is my omni-tactical game.
I cannot be touched by their madness
as I exist on a different plane.
Silly little jesting cretins,
scuttling over burning bridges,
seems all endings turn out the same.

I hope they call in reinforcements
for I need a bigger challenge.
They think they know me,
have they ever tasted my revenge?

For them this mourning after
will carry no promise of waking up.

-Svw




Copyright © clayman ... [ 2009-12-10 02:48:35]
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Re: Regret-Duette (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Thursday, 10th December 2009 @ 03:32:31 AM AEST
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powerful very very good well written, this is brillant writing.
Take care


Re: Regret-Duette (User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on Thursday, 10th December 2009 @ 05:03:30 AM AEST
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An excellent piece of writing clayman
well thought out and put together
Star x x x




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