The Villian
A spot on my windsheild
a festering wound
seeping through the bandages
down to to the deepest part of me
Thats what you are
a f**king speck on my mirror
that I can't rub away
all of the solvent in the world
couldn't dissolve your presence
your presence that seeks to destroy
and I can smell your intentions
from a million miles away
they smell like sulfur and burning paper
acrid and disgusting
it lingers in the roof of my mouth
You don't scare me,
you festering wound
your pus will crust over.
disintegrate.
and fall away
we'll be the victors at the end of the day.This is probably not that good seeing as its a rant of sorts. Thoughts?
every heroin needs a villainThis is probably not that good seeing as its a rant of sorts. Thoughts?
I am looking in the mirror.
I didn't know you knew me.
You are right. It's not that good and it is a rant.
Poetry is expressing yourself so I think you did a good. Better to let your emotions off through poetry than to keep them deep inside. I like it but I hating thinking about the truth behind it so try to work things out life doesn't have to be as hard as we make it. Anyway if you ever want to read some of my poetry look me up on http://www.unitedworldpoets.com/.
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