Poezie
queen of doom
3 min lectură·
Mediu
As the night sets it place
I turn sides in my bed,
Feeling dirty and out of place
I finally found my meaning: carving sinful men
Oh yeah...I do it with passion,
Cause I put feeling in what I do;
I’m not cutting you for fun;
It’s my living, it’s what I do!
I entrap you in a dark and lonely place,
You’re as pitiable as the entire human race
I dare you ”hit me”; can’t even defend yourself !
That makes me carve your body with a mace …or even twelve!
Call me romantic,
Blood makes me feel true, or maybe I’m just frantic.
Your bones breaking makes me shine and gloom,
Your mouth red with blood makes me feel the queen of doom
Think you’re suffering? It’s just the beginning of the game
You’ll realize eventually that I’m quite insane!
I just love to see the quivering in your eyes when they meet
One thing I ask you; don’t resort to humiliation, don’t beg and kiss my feet!
I just hate mankind,
Their hypocrite gestures and their fucked up face
The way they all hope to become superman
Protect the rain forest, save this “heavenly” place!
All those stupid dreams:
Their whole life, people crawl like worms
In order to succeed, the goal to find a soul mate;
When while they ever understand?
That life doesn’t turn out like they fucking planed!
Love is just a word that describes how two people mate
It’s also the reason why so many have ended their pathetic faith!
This to you I swear: I’ll never disappoint you;
I promise I’ll love cutting you
Every bone I’ll brake with pleasure;
I’ll open your skull, eat your brains with leisure
Cause what once loved you,
Is now loving you …dead
Maybe you think my thoughts are out of place?
No time for thinking! I’ve just eradicated you from your race
I cherish…the blood pouring within
I adore the grunts made
When your morbid soul is fighting back;
Trying to annihilate the pain
As I look at you hanging
From the neighbourhood tree,
Seeing your bruised neck and your eyes,
Desperately searching a way to flee
I’m looking at what it’s eating out of you,
The death’s bird: a rook.
It’s incredible how you feel
After tormenting a man, damaging him for good
Seeing him drown in own blood
Seeing his face rotten by creatures of the mud…
How did I feel? I felt like I was given God powers
I felt like I’ve reached the final frontier
All these powers overwhelmed me,
So I lied down
On the ground
Hearing nothing but a sound…
A weakened voice
Who asked me:”Who are you?”
Who am I?!
When you wake up from your sleep,
To find yourself bleeding,
With your dead family at your feet
When you feel like you’re defeated
And you want to live no more,
Being a coward
Being unable to reduce to silence your own roar
Call my name, shout it loud in your room
Then I will come…I’ll squash you like a bug
Trust me you will learn to love pain…
It will be your favorite drug!
So who I am you ask?
I’m your ultimate thrill,
Once you’ve went down this road,
The only thing you will be feeling is chill…
Cause worries, pain and endurance
You will feel no more…
You were dead long gone inside
I just took your breath for good, alright?
No need to thank me…Who am I?
I’m the queen of doom!
003.675
0
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- nica ioana
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 588
- Citire
- 3 min
- Versuri
- 83
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
nica ioana. “queen of doom.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/nica-ioana/poezie/162899/queen-of-doomComentarii (0)
Autentifica-te pentru a lasa un comentariu.