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©
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