You Are What You Eat
Dripping
Dropping
Down it’s falling
My own blood
It wants to leave me
And so I let it
Set it free
My own blood
Is leaving me
My hollow veins
Are growing lonely
But words in ink
They’ll never leave
And so I write down
What I think
I contemplate
Each little thing
I think about my mother
And I think about my father
Would’ve made a better brother
Should’ve been a better daughter
But I grew into a heathen
And along the way I stopped believing
Ran out of fear
Ran out of faith
Now look at what
I have became
It’s a cold, dark world
I can’t help but to look forward
To the heat that makes me weak
The flames that keep me company
Soaked in blood
Hell will flood
Smoke and ash will turn to dust
Cause God, he knows
I will destroy all I touch
All but the taste of victory
Delicate and oh so sweet
It tastes a lot like Hell’s defeat
Cause even demons
I keep them running
There’s a special place in Hell for me
It’s called a throne
It belongs to me and me alone
I am the one that guard’s Hell’s gate
Who’s appetite your sins will sate
And when you’re but a shell
Rotting in the pits of Hell
I’ll feast on what is left
I am what they call
A Fate Worse Than Death
Copyright © Kovah Havok | Year Posted 2021
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