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.
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.Comments on "Chaos Rising"
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On Monday, May 16, 2011, suicidalsecrecy
(42) wrote:
Wow! Thanks for this write. Brilliant.