Post by Nine of Spades on Aug 25, 2008 21:44:27 GMT -6
Not really poetry...more like rants, without the ranting part...I don't know...here, you decide.
My Inner Demon Emerges
At what point will you finally say
You've had enough of me, my love?
Of my controlling, brooding ways?
Of my obnoxious mood swings,
More violent then any hurricane.
I'll hit you, scratch you,
Make you suffer and scream!
Don't tell me you won't fight back?!
You'll just sit there and cringe,
Like some small, forgotten child
Lost in some big, unforgiving city,
Won't you, my love, won't you?
You'll wonder how you ever got me,
And I'll wonder the same thing.
We'll smile evilly and cackle madly,
And then, and only then,
Will you realize the mistake you made.
This isn't a love story.
There's not a heart of gold
Waiting for me in your beautiful castle.
I'm cold as ice, and hot as fire,
And you love every moment of it.
Don't you, love?
Planet Hell
Some people say that if you've got a problem, the first step to curing it is to admit it,
But what if you have a problem that people got burned alive for not to long ago?
What if you have a gift thats like a curse,
A power that normal people would find dangerous?
This power makes every day a living Hell on Earth,
and you beg the Gods themselves to just take it away.
"It's to painful!" you scream so loudly, ravens fly off in the distance from suprise.
You've got this power, and the way you aquired it is an odd one indeed.
Destorying ones own soul and become part of a living "one"
That takes dedication.
Yet so few realize how horrible it is once you have no choice but to become a "brother".
Once you're part of this family, this cult, this coven
You'll find yourself unable to even begin thinking about leaving.
You gained such amazing powers,
Such unearthly beauty and creulty,
Yet you sacrificed so much of yourself to gain it.
Why do you think...
One would do such a thing?
Well, I can tell you.
Each of us has a price.
Something we desire that we could never have,
By normal means at least.
Giving ones self to this cult
Becoming like "them"
Like they have always been
That is the ultimate sacrifice.
Whatever you're giving yourself up for
It must be important
Because once they give it to you
You won't remember why you wanted it.
You'll only have that deep, empty pang of suffering
So buried within yourself that you'll never even notice it.
If there is even a shred of you left,
It screams "LET ME OUT!"
Yet no one hears it.
It's pleas go unheard
Until eventually it fades into obscurity,
Like the death of a crow,
No one seems to notice, or care.
Yet you became this Ace of Spades,
this obscurity among outcasts
And you hate yourself for it.
You traveled the road this far
For nothing.
You've ended all you ever had
All you ever wanted
For a beauty far darker then the beast.
Far more sinister then even the most evil of creatures.
You have become the emobodiment of evil,
A living vessel for the dark soul to hide itself from the light,
And nothing you can ever do, or say, can save you.
You're now a pathetic sub-being,
No longer worth saving.
you gave yourself up so willingly
And for what?
For this? This meaningless nothingness?
You can play the game for as long as your possible,
But eventually, you must come to realise
No amount of love can save you,
No amount of kindness can redeem you,
Never shall you redeem the soul you lent,
You're doomed to your own, personal eternal hell,
And I'll see you there.
~Bang~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Like I said, random crap. Not really poetry so much as....a collection of words, but it works, I guess.
My Inner Demon Emerges
At what point will you finally say
You've had enough of me, my love?
Of my controlling, brooding ways?
Of my obnoxious mood swings,
More violent then any hurricane.
I'll hit you, scratch you,
Make you suffer and scream!
Don't tell me you won't fight back?!
You'll just sit there and cringe,
Like some small, forgotten child
Lost in some big, unforgiving city,
Won't you, my love, won't you?
You'll wonder how you ever got me,
And I'll wonder the same thing.
We'll smile evilly and cackle madly,
And then, and only then,
Will you realize the mistake you made.
This isn't a love story.
There's not a heart of gold
Waiting for me in your beautiful castle.
I'm cold as ice, and hot as fire,
And you love every moment of it.
Don't you, love?
Planet Hell
Some people say that if you've got a problem, the first step to curing it is to admit it,
But what if you have a problem that people got burned alive for not to long ago?
What if you have a gift thats like a curse,
A power that normal people would find dangerous?
This power makes every day a living Hell on Earth,
and you beg the Gods themselves to just take it away.
"It's to painful!" you scream so loudly, ravens fly off in the distance from suprise.
You've got this power, and the way you aquired it is an odd one indeed.
Destorying ones own soul and become part of a living "one"
That takes dedication.
Yet so few realize how horrible it is once you have no choice but to become a "brother".
Once you're part of this family, this cult, this coven
You'll find yourself unable to even begin thinking about leaving.
You gained such amazing powers,
Such unearthly beauty and creulty,
Yet you sacrificed so much of yourself to gain it.
Why do you think...
One would do such a thing?
Well, I can tell you.
Each of us has a price.
Something we desire that we could never have,
By normal means at least.
Giving ones self to this cult
Becoming like "them"
Like they have always been
That is the ultimate sacrifice.
Whatever you're giving yourself up for
It must be important
Because once they give it to you
You won't remember why you wanted it.
You'll only have that deep, empty pang of suffering
So buried within yourself that you'll never even notice it.
If there is even a shred of you left,
It screams "LET ME OUT!"
Yet no one hears it.
It's pleas go unheard
Until eventually it fades into obscurity,
Like the death of a crow,
No one seems to notice, or care.
Yet you became this Ace of Spades,
this obscurity among outcasts
And you hate yourself for it.
You traveled the road this far
For nothing.
You've ended all you ever had
All you ever wanted
For a beauty far darker then the beast.
Far more sinister then even the most evil of creatures.
You have become the emobodiment of evil,
A living vessel for the dark soul to hide itself from the light,
And nothing you can ever do, or say, can save you.
You're now a pathetic sub-being,
No longer worth saving.
you gave yourself up so willingly
And for what?
For this? This meaningless nothingness?
You can play the game for as long as your possible,
But eventually, you must come to realise
No amount of love can save you,
No amount of kindness can redeem you,
Never shall you redeem the soul you lent,
You're doomed to your own, personal eternal hell,
And I'll see you there.
~Bang~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Like I said, random crap. Not really poetry so much as....a collection of words, but it works, I guess.