I am slayer of kings and fools: equal in my eyes as they are, darkness corrupting both. Visually I am undefined yet audibly I am both profound and divine. No substance is suitable for sacrifice I request only hooded death and varied vice. Know me and know me well. I am freer of man and warden of evil. Be pious in my name and fearful of my view. Know no other above me and no other below. I am lord and lorded over all at once and never at all. I am truth in lies and the lies in your words. Kill those that defy me and imprison those who question my rule. I am right and passage. I am seen in success and failure. I am by you in times of light. I am within reach in dark. I am what I am and nothing more or less.
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Lackluster writing...bad writer.
PoetryConfessional poems. These are how I feel about myself and the things around me. These poems mean a lot to me. I may not be a good writer but I wanted at least anonymously to share them.
