Filling Holes With Hate

POEM " FILLING HOLES WITH HATE " by martin gedge A pin to prick and stick for all the sorrows I have known for fear this dark and angered heart is bitter cold in stone and tears shall not reflect my will as black my eyes to see no angels dare to tread my soles or seek my company but curse hath wrath my inner core to ravage and persist for those to walk upon thy spine on tales you can't resist the pain is oh so tempting sweet a chore to fill my pride there is no course of such remorse that door you step inside the box of locks and chains are merely stains onto the skin to feel and steal the outer peel and rip you deep within I have no care or time to spare to save of that you spell but offer you eternity for the demons that I sell a walk beyond the space you know in darkness and unrest with flames of heat to ride your seat is truly hot I guess to hear of such the piss and moans and groans to sleep the bed a sacrifice is just as nice to slice my daily bread and sure as hell as you can tell the last of what I ate is the very souls to fill the holes of everyone I hate... by martin gedge©