...Sins of the Tainted

By SolApathy

Caged and controlled
I boil in my own soul
Blistered by the words burning in my mind
I could be beyond unkind
My rage a transformation as I am unbound
My darkness resounds, as I place my crown
The thorns of immorality pierce my soul
Further beyond anywhere I was before
~No one but me can save myself but it’s too late~
Though I love what has become of me in this dark fate
Released by you-- morality has no home in this tainted soul
I am the antitheses of love and control
I let loose and devour
I am the tower that you built with pain
So easily you smiled as I cried in the rain
Knowing never what would become
Not numb or in despair
The night crackles with the current of chaos in the air
I never hid the pain, I planted it deep
Caressed it with the darkness I let seep
Infecting the roots, growing the vine
Fostering the crown that was to be mine
Blood weeps as the roots dig in
Feasting upon the chaos within
I erupt with sin
You will be consumed in the end
Brought to me through my roots
I will blossom with the rage once caged and controlled
You will scream as you witness the fruits of your own design
Your endless suffering to forever be
...Mine

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Published on Saturday, July 1, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Horrors of the sorrow you planted so deep, cultivated the evil with the words you speak...

Comments on "...Sins of the Tainted"

On Saturday, June 17, 2017, SolApathy (652) wrote:

Thank you for all the comments, I appreciate them all.
On Friday, June 16, 2017, Drea (1388) wrote:

There is always something beautifully alluring about the way you pen darkness. No matter how dark and painful, there is this twinge of romanticism. That could just be me and how I see it.
On Wednesday, June 14, 2017, Devil lyn (345) wrote:

There is/was so much suffrage - from beginning verse to end verse; it was more than enough to feel the pain reflected in this piece. This is/was impressive.