A game of Darts, for damned Hearts
By Undertaker
A friend
Her beautiful kind eyes
Gazing past me, to my demise
A friend, Thats what she calls me
Its always been this way
Knowing from the start, these dreams would decay
Cupid, you know I hate you
Your a Devil with wings
Blacked Darts for a heart
Why you hateful selfish king?
Knowing God from the start, Cursed me this way
That fucking Dart pierced this heart, Leaving its bloody black stain.
Cupid you idiot
Why such a severed aim?
Continuing this antagonizing bleeding pain
Your dart, grazed her arm
It missed her heart, feeding a monsterous rage
Our paths, Never linked
Only close, Nearing Roads
Now with a demented smile
just able to laugh
This sickness growing mad
a bitterness so cold
Collapsing, A pitch-dark spiraling fall to the deep pits of hell
Theres a loaded gun, but ill never tell
Until I hunt cupid down, you unholy winged thing
Im ending this game of darts
you play with hearts
You fucking devilish damned fiend
-Undertaker
Comments on "A game of Darts, for damned Hearts"
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On Wednesday, May 2, 2012, Sean Mc Shane
(606) wrote:
Typical cupid, brings a bow & arrow to a gunfight. I'd love to say that someday, right before I blew it away. Awesome writing, U. later -
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On Tuesday, May 1, 2012, The_Broken_Fox_2112
(70) wrote:
It is a terrible pain, loving one whom doesn't love in return. I love the anger directed at "that damned fiend". This poem makes me smile for all the wrong reasons. Thanks for the post!
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On Tuesday, May 1, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Blaming it on Cupid, but I think you really know the culprit since you said as much in the first five lines, cheers!
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On Tuesday, May 1, 2012, OLd SouL
(717) wrote:
Welcome to DP. From what you posted so far, I enjoyed this one the most. You have very good potential with all the imagery. If I may, I'd recommend a final once over for grammatical stuff (its petty I know, but helps alot). Looking forward to more :)