-the bitter, the killer, the sinner the poet
Another injustice
rips over the throat
like a razor’s edge,
inside it adds to the pot of resentments
one more reason to see the world
as a cruel and harsh climate
without any chance for hope or change.
The thoughts boil in the heart
they simmer as a scalding stew
slowly burning within
so only rage flows in the veins
then visions dance through the mind
of murderous solutions to the pain,
countless enemies butchered so graphically
before exhaling the hate like an aftertaste
for some disgusting bad meal.
Suddenly feeling so filthy
utterly stained by the numerous emotions,
which conjure only evil without any redemption.
A pause in the quivering madness
before picking up a pen,
and spill that vile phlegm choking life
onto a page of dark passages.
It’s not enough to silence the feelings,
but in verse there is solace
for it at least makes artistry
out of times in life
that might otherwise
end with blood stains and seething seconds.
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