Wurtzite Boron Nitride...

By SolApathy

…I could be slayed a thousand times
I’ll still burn your memories with the darkness
Charred within
My flesh a consequence of this perverse existence
I need it not to exist-- my will
Wurtzite Boron Nitride fists of vengeance
Beyond the power of any resistance
I become the instrument of demise
My twisted smile, tearing into your eyes
Knowing I am no longer the one you know
You took that from me; yet I have become more than I ever thought
…I was to be…
The evil in which I embrace
I’ll take what is left of the broken shards
Form a sword that will slice the stars
I bloody the skies with the darkness I leave behind
I am the insanity of a man who lost his morality
In the cliché of a world that will tell me it’s sorry
I accept the apology with the full force of my unbridled rage
Unleashed are the sins of man
I curse you with the knowledge of the demise of your humanity
This is my gift to you
The twisted knowledge your life will soon be…
a darker reflection of what once was
…Me

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Published on Monday, April 17, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...In the darkness which you still see; a chilling thought as you become...Me

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On Monday, April 17, 2017, dwells (4285) wrote:

I think I once had a golf club made from that stuff Sol :) A dark and foreboding and an evil "sword that will slice the stars". Thinking our humanity already in short supply lately - cheers my friend! - Dan

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