Posted by Leif G.S. in Poetry | 0 Comments
Dark Poetry: Weaponized Words
My Dark Poetry dedicated to the acts of people who lash out with their words and expect others to roll over because they deem it so. Thank you for reminding us you have nothing for us to fear.
Use your words as a weapon, cut at my throat
You do not hear the laughter as you scream
Frustration at my existence is my entertainment
I have resisted deeper attacks than you could imagine
Essence bleeding from broken heart, scratched soul
Rage demands my demise, anger requires my death
Stop writing and do something important with my life
I should stand outside your pearly gates and dream
As your cohorts eat from the fruits of writing wisdom
Paper granting you access holds no value if you don’t use it
I sit in my tarnished throne of brass and hate
Shaking my head as the demons in my mind carry you away
You have to bring more power to this if you wish my end
I have journeyed too far, struggled too long to let words kill
The Grim Reaper will arrive in time, but not before I prove you wrong
