God no, I'm craving it again
It's happening, not again!
I need the groans, the blood stains
I can never keep that beast in chains
Once again I'm longing to kill
One more time I need the thrill
He's not the one who fuelled my flames
But no one else will take the blame
In the end I'll take his life
I'll drive him to kiss my dull knife
When I hunt him down one night
My coldness will be the candlelight
Love added more knives
Apathy poured blood
My heartless heart is taking over my mind
I'm the damned blessing
I'm the god of nothing
I'm the creator of what wasn't designed
I wonder what method I shall use
Maybe again I'll offence and abuse
Maybe a knife? A blade? A pistol?
How am I gonna get his red crystal?
Oh god, of his blood I'm so thirsty
I gotta show that of it I'm worthy
I'll drive him to hate himself the most
I'll drive him to wish he was a ghost
Set off my death sirens
Launch his last countdown
The trip is to my admired ghost town
I'm the damned blessing
I'm the god of nothing
I'm the creator of what wasn't designed
Not even hell would forgive my bliss
But this chance can't simply be missed
I'll cast my judgements, I'll spit my pity
I'll show him how his life's a petty
I'll introduce the demons who'll relieve his soul
His heart and skin will be their hole
His new friends will take good care
They won't let him be in despair
Won't he listen to them?
Won't he self-destruct?
Won't he add a chapter to my cursed book?
I'm the damned blessing
I'm the god of nothing
I'm the creator of what wasn't designed
What suits you the most is shades of blue
Why bother holding on as you used to?
Here's a pen, write your last written note
Hold your breath, slit your wrists, slaughter your throat
You drowning in a pool of your own blood
Is a sight to behold as addictive drug
Now I put on my heavenly smile
Your last breaths were all worthwhile
Another wasted mere soul
Another plus to the deceased
Another fallen martyr has calmed my beast
I'm the damned blessing
I'm the god of nothing
I'm the creator of what wasn't designed
I kill a little of everything
I feel a little of nothing
I grieve nothing of everything
I loathe everything of nothing
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Shitty Poetic Lines
PoetryI'm going to post every single poem I write here. This book clearly shows how I got better in writing. One of the things is that my first poems were all in just four lines, in time I was able to write longer ones. I'm not deleting my first works a...
