...Twists of the darkness

By SolApathy

Broken bleeding sick and seething
Teeming with an anger that burns far beyond rage
The tune in my mind of the darker kind
Wisps of hatred that sneak into crevasses –forgotten
Waking something ill-begotten
Triggers every neuron firing
Contaminating with a paroxysm of animosity
Sick and twisted curiosity
I am my own monstrosity
Made of the destruction you wrought
Poking me in this cage you bought
Stabbing me with self-hatred
Your words –Daggers in the mind
Driving me to know
I am the evil that grows
Learns & yearns for misery that will consume
The universe as I bloom
Into the flower of overwhelming power
I will shower this world with the bane of my evil
Ingrained
(However a seed remained--Watered with the love of one)
Smile as I defile your memory in defiance of what you tried to create
I deflate
I whisper in your ear I am a child of love
…Not hate

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, March 12, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...Even in the darkest vision of hate, there is a love only the light can create...
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  • Drea On Sunday, March 12, 2017, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    Twist indeed. There is always that one person that can lull our demons. So very good.


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