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Poetry By: wikhaiinn

this is damn for you...

Submitted:Nov 6, 2007    Reads: 245    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

Mirror of your mouth
The wrong way yours
That you're full of thorns
You're a forest of danger,
This kills whoever enters
Indeed I'm your avenger
Your mountain is a cave
Then you pet bats in your bed
Spiders crawl
And eat every creature
As my hands crumble down
You shake them merely with fierce
Happy you are,
A poison to diversion,
Originality unperceived
You want to be like others,
But you're just trying it hard
And it gets more difficult
And harder for you to understand;
Look at me further
Still I am blurred,
You just don't know how to look…
Monsters live,
They are in you
Ogres shout,
You are their voice
Snakes bite with splendid poison,
Like you did
Leeches wants my life dead
Bursting in your heart
You laugh like I'm a clown
Yet you're a killer
The chuckle of your glee won't be
I know you are,
You killed me,
And now,
I'm your ghost…
Striking ash falls
Lava and magma
From your once dormant mouth
That exploded to kill hearts…
Like mine…
You didn't mean that
Don't you?
Are you that stealth?
Watch my pieces declining downhill
Deceive your eyes
The compassion of illusion
Hallucinations of darkness
Get in my shadow and I'll rattle you under,
For the times that you did it to me,
Over and again,
Continuous as you see me…
You've thrown axes upon me,
Wouldn't that be enough for you?
Growl with me
And I'll smolder your grave
I rage,
Isle my shipwreck…
You have more to pay more!
What do you want?
Massacre my feet,
Murder my hands
Assassinate me…
You've set me in wrong execution
Thrown in my confusion today,
What do you feel as you look upon my eyes?
Bombs explode inside…
You hurt,
You kill,
Your crime!
This is the remuneration hours
But you know,
It's not the end for me
As soon as I come back
To your shallow waters
I'll show you a mirror
How splendid would it be?
To see how you murdered my soul
You buried my heart alive
Caress me more,
Stare back to your mirror
How do you know who you are now?
The sharpness of your jaws
The tongue you have
Don't let it come to pass once more…


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