I do not fear beats
From the realms of
Your imagination,
Their fangs are
Only as shape
As your pen,
Beauty knows
How to Terrorise
A mans soul, far more
Then your dark demons can.
So write your toxic
Depraved poetry, of stench
And decaying corpses
But take heed, beware,
The angels with blond hair.
Do you write of self harm
And bleed your emotions
On to the page,
In tales of rape and abuse
Of how you were torn,
Are you dead on the
Inside unable to love,
Or be loved, do you
Relive your pain in poetry?
Pen, paper, pain
Over and over
Thoughts get
Deeper, darker, more profane,
Are you insane?
Dark deeds are not written, but done
Do you want me to write
Of blood boiling rage?
Alas, my thoughts are cold
My demons caged,
Along with my morality,
And my compassion
I am logical, not emotional
Emotions are toys,
Come play with me,
Not in this pretend darkness
But in the cold light of day,
Why do you hide from reality?
The darkness you seek is death
I can give it to you
Let me be your saviour.
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