Split

Tear away my flesh
Till all that's left is bones
Devour the meat as if it were your last meal
Because it is
I will reside inside of you and torment you
Like a ticking time bomb
The anxiety you will feel will seep out of your pores
Melting away your essence
Until all that's left is a shell of a person
I will eat your soul
Slowly drinking it away until I have lapped up every drop
I am the devourer of souls
I am chaos incarnate
Anyone who gets close will get a taste of the horror I bring
Praying for death
I do not belong here
This host has feelings that I cannot control
Arguing with myself daily
I do not belong in this body
I do not belong here
So I pray for death as I suck away at the souls of all I love
Fighting with myself
I am lost in my own head
I am the devourer
I am chaos
I am torment
Yet torment resides in me
I am the devourer
I am chaos
I am tormented
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Deo Avatar
May 17, 2020 at 2:16 PM
It is dicey, to review someone's writing,especially as powerful as your's. I am so glad ... I did not offend or seem a HEARTLESS critic. shalom, shalOM. Anil
Pawula Avatar
May 17, 2020 at 2:31 PM
Not at all. It takes alot to offend me. I always appreciate any feedback. Thank you for reading and leaving your comment. It is much appreciated ???
Deo Avatar
May 16, 2020 at 10:27 PM
Michelle, thanx for writing. I grew up under APARTHEID in South Africa, & wanted to kill our whites. Jesus changed me & everything. Now poetry is fun, but some are sad. Especially, "Anyone who gets close will get a taste of the horror I bring//Praying for death." Without this "fact" I could have read this poem about the God "Siva" who brings death, so space is made for new life. Siva's "death" takes us higher. Again, thnx & keep writing. Anil S. Deo
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May 16, 2020 at 10:50 PM
That's beautiful And that truly is a fact With life theres death and with death theres life Neither of the two can exist without the other And there is so much beauty in that
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