you're slowly massacring my heart. (picking and prodding and slicing and stabbing) it's growing impossible to pick up the shattered pieces; the shards of my love, of my like. and all i wanted was some hope in the massacred macabre situation. but not anymore. you make the spectrum of my emotions stunted in growth- i fidget back and forth between love and hate like a spider scrambling underneath the boot of an unmerciful human. and they'll sit and watch and laugh and point saying "look at how lovely she is" "look at how hopeless she is" "look at how POINTLESS SHE IS". your broken noose has tripped me; i'm being gagged by your straight jacket. oh lovely darling dear with your eyes such a vibrant blue-green don't you understand that every time you look at me that you speak to me you're stabbing me in my non-existant heart? the bloodstains, the bitemarks the macabre marks of our love are all gone now. you're trying to keep the coffin open; trying to ressurect a "love" that was dead since the beginning, massacred since that mistletoe kiss. they always did say mistletoe was a parasite much like love is, is it not? (i'm putting the stake in the vampire's heart)
truely amazing! to produce something so beautiful but dark and sick at the same time takes immense talent! wonderful, just wonderful...
wow...thanks. i mean, i really did enjoy writing this poem, it displayed alot of emotions i've been bottling up for about 2 months now, but...i didn't think it was amazing. just a pleasant release of emotions. thanks for the compliments though
well strange poetry is what i go for. i don't go for eloquence or beauty. i go for emotions. no matter how grisly or strange. i go for visuals. particularly vibrant macabre visuals. like...a mustard stain on your favorite white shirt. watching a train wreck. you can't help but look, no matter how disturbing. <3333
your most definetly my type of poet! i love dark and twisted poetry. i think it appeals to my sick side of personality! keep up the writing cause i wanna read more!