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Red Pill
Date: Tue, Jan 12 2016 at 9:06 PM
Took the Red Pill
So the Truth was Revealed
Red Eyes Blood Filled
Blood Spilled
Cause the Truth Opened the Windshields
Of my Eyes from the Iris
The Virus Was Killed
upset at life and what it has to offer
i look at life thru colored glasses how
beautiful it can be but to take them
off i see nothing but monstrious things
unearthly creatures that i once thought
as beautiful i run threw blood filled
streets bodies afloat i scream at what
i see until i remember my colored glasses.
Form:
possessed
crazed inside
with your devlish desires
and lusty thoughts
you moved in
inhabiting the marrow
that nourishes me
my fierce yellow gaze
targets your soul
the soul that robbed
my innocence
sharp jagged teeth
poised for a bite
your sultry saliva
seeping into blood filled veins
of my mortal heart
diseasing my soul
with desire
I felt so alone
Not knowing what to do
Sitting in the darkness
I scream at the moon
The skulls are my friends
They have no feelings
Not filled with emotion
I know I'm not dreaming
Invoking Baldur
That is my sanctum
I feel nothing
Seeing the phantom
Sitting in the shadow
There is nothing to fear
I begin to cry
Blood filled tears...
Form:
Father with the gun in your hand
you should have heard my cry
in a distant wind planned killing
in the summer fever a blood filled
room a slain corpse harvest the
angel of death around your head
in an underground grave falling to
the pigs bombing atomic gases
burning the eyes of my soul destroying
my life with two metallic shells
this is my poem to the ending
The battle raged on
taking its toll on the brave
the numbers grew
who was there knew how much they gave.
A tormented soldier
looked over the broken land
as his shadow was defined by the sand.
He thought to himself
did we make a bid to save a man
or was we bidding for a far away land.
The tormented soldier
could do but only stand
as his comrades blood filled the sand
for he had seen the price of the promised land.
She dreams of romantic bliss
A walk in the garden
A kiss under the moonlight
But the dream betrays her
She dreams of candles and wine
Gourmet delights to dine
Amber lights and sweet melodies
But her dream is a nightmare
She dreams for a second half
To share her life
Guide her through life’s tumultuous path
Her dream forsakes her
Reality murders her bliss filled dreams
Tears her life apart it seems
Takes her down a blood filled trail
Her dream is over
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