...Vicious Dreams

By SolApathy

Into the epiphany of hatred cubed
Paroxysm of someone abused
—Unbroken—
Eyes speaking volumes unspoken
I am the rendition of one no longer confused
Burning animosity of long fuse
My antipathy sets the stage ablaze
My childhood you razed
I revel in my burning flesh
My bitterness a chaotic mess
Your eyes beset by the insanity you see
I am the one you made me to be
Burning bright I am animosity’s flame
Putrid bane
My soul's cry chars the universe with napalm rain
Toxic flesh fumes
Mirrored reflection of a child now consumed
Sweetness of a soul recompensed with brutal pain
Juxtaposed in a twisted reflection of the insane
Taught me with the darkness of your choice
--How were you to know my silence--
Would become a deafening voice
Orbs of chaos entwined
Facing the wickedness you have grown upon the vine
Look to my orbs as I remove you from time…

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Published on Thursday, January 18, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Upon the shores of the most beautiful sunset hues I smile as my darkness consumes...You

Comments on "...Vicious Dreams "

On Wednesday, January 24, 2018, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

â€œHow were you to know my silence-- Would become a deafening voiceâ€ - that was an especially poignant line in this one. Great job! Ciao, T/S
On Sunday, January 21, 2018, Hands_Around_My_Throat (67) wrote:

I am the monster you made me- I love it. It's so rare that people realize how heavily the now is influenced by those defining events. And there will be a day that you reap what you sow.
On Friday, January 19, 2018, midnights voice (957) wrote:

Extreme rage felt here , like it's not curable . All rage is fire consuming hatred leaving ash without a phoenix .
A former member wrote: Yes, we generally are a reflection of those in our lives, whether it be a good reflection or a bad one. It's up to us to be the people that we want to be. Just don't let the darkness win. As always, dearest. Your Rebs:).