Another poem, another rhyme
Subliminal messages of suicide
Stories of hearts and empty holes
Inner-depression and unresting souls
Menacing shadows, scarce of light
Unhinging corners dead of night
Blood stained melodies scared by knife
Crippled carcass, missing life.
Racest, fascist, revulsion, disgust
Extreme dislike, detestations a must
Pleasing torture, pleasure killing
Stealing innocence, terrified unwilling
Seedy alleys full of loathing
Diseased vermin, rats are roaming
Jagged grins of a sinful role
Plagues of death, consumes us all.
Effortless addiction fuelling rage
Punctured veins, fearful age
Shrieking lyrics of the slightly mad
Tearful sorrow so tenderly sad
No aspirations, dying hope
Missing principles, honours a joke
Thorny crown and a burning dove
Hate rules all overpowering love.
In the gutter a heretic cries
Regretting everything but his lies
His novel ending in tragedy
Whispered words of a widow’s plea
Sentences scratched ordered to bleed
Telling of lust, envy and greed
Depressed emotions for a while
Till you turn the page and it makes you smile.
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