Tequila For My Friends, Cyanide For The Rest

By maliceman

Well here goes
a toast to the host,
and i do not boast
but i am crueler than most,
evil seeps through my clothes
from my head to my toes,
eradication of my foes,
prisoner to my woes.

We live until death,
until then i won't rest,
i admit i'm upset,
and don't ever forget
that my hate is the best,
my sins i'l never confess,
unless
you put your will to the test.

Life will not last,
it becomes the past,
after going by too fast.

A black shirt and black jeans,
my end will justify my means,
torn apart at the seams..

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Published on Monday, February 7, 2011. Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

this was an experimental writing style, tell me what u think..

Comments on "Tequila For My Friends, Cyanide For The Rest"

On Thursday, June 21, 2018, Jonas Robinson (867) wrote:

Good stuff.
A former member wrote: Its interesting how anger is in one of your tags, and yet this didn't feel angry at all to me. I definitely saw the self loathing and it saddens me that the speaker had such a confident voice. Please take care and all over great work!
A former member wrote: The title sounds like something panic at the disco would call one of their songs. I liked the poem, but it's the title that intrigued me the most.
On Tuesday, August 16, 2011, Nixx (240) wrote:

somehow this makes me feel like your offering a challenge...
On Thursday, May 5, 2011, Devilish (2657) wrote:

Well hello there!!! This is just what I "love" to eat... thank you!
On Friday, February 11, 2011, 10 Forty Three (593) wrote:

I really liked the flow of this one and the anger.