The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner
Amidst the cries of god and fate
The noises created by crime and hate
You jeer watching the world tear, divided in greed and jealousy
Standing as one, the best of friends, Kith and Kin, you even smile in their misery
The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner
You smirk watching people fall apart and come together
In the goriest of places, quiet and waiting, ready to strike- you viper
Oh love, You Devil You
6 comments:
And the poet resurfaces!
Well it's my first poem for the blog...
Ye le! ye le! ....
Mason, my friend...Tell me...What is left to believe in, when you are betrayed, by your own? When all that you are, all that you have done, is buried beneath the lies and deceit of corrupt men. I will die in this wretched place. The only thing that keeps me alive, is the thirst for vengeance.
There is always more to life brother...
Viktor Reznov’s been dead for 5 years. He died at Vorkuta during the escape! All these years you thought he was with you – that was just in your mind!
My goodness.. all poets here huh.. lemme give it a try then
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I love the poem, its really true!!
@Teja: Wah kya poem hai... aati uttam... ;)
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