Chaos Rising

By HeadpatSlut

Chaos Rising

 

 

This time I’m back and here to stay, not dead, and no more living-

I’ve thrown away the waste and trash, not taking heat, I’ve giving-

Torn and Tattered, but I’ll put it back together, daily-

Don’t care, don’t dare, because I’ll rush and you’ll be down and failing-

 

From the darkest, coldest, and most barren place of all-

I’m walking to the top, all those who hinder me will fall-

As they fall, they’ll spin and burn until the break rock bottom-

And by the time they finally die, I’ve long ago forgotten-

 

By now you know that when I come I break through, all guns blazing-

Paralyzed by Awe and Terror, all eyes on me are gazing-

Of course they know that seeing me, so soon they’ll be left bleeding-

Not one microscopic bit of guilt will I be feeling-

 

A horrid smile on my wicked face as I go on-

Nigh untouchable, not one mark upon this armor that I don-

Riding fast with fire behind me as I forever Reign-

And just in case you dare to ask, King Sorrow is my name.


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Copyright 2011 DK6_Marius
Published on Tuesday, March 15, 2011.     Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Thought I'd throw a new, visceral shot of King Sorrow, whom a few of you may recall from some of my older poems.
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