When blood boils dry and teeth crack under pressure,
When claws find flesh and monsters come out of hiding,
When crying turns to laughter and day turns to night,
You will know fear.
I am the reaper,
The icy death.
A crimson crown on a throne of bones.
I don't grovel.
I build my empire on your ashes.
I won't die until I say so.
C'est la vie motherfucker.
Too many problems to be bothered by ants.
Just give it a try,
I dare you.
I'm begging for a reason to sink my teeth into flesh.
I've got angel skin but the devil underneath.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Is it everything you wanted and more
Or maybe something darker?
Yeah I'm angry.
Took you long enough to notice.
I'm angry,
Furious,
Seething furnace held back by a single piece of paper.
I'm sick of being quiet.
Sick of being nice.
Sick of being polite.
Sick of being perfect.
Life isn't so sweet when you're on this side of the road.
I'll disfigure the spotlight you put over me.
I'll claw my way to the top.
I'll laugh in the face of these feeble people.
And honestly I hope I die trying.
I'm angry.
I'm damn livid.
And I hope the world trembles before me.
And I hope those who cross me feel my wrath.
YOU ARE READING
Frozen Peas and Broken Knees
PoetryCompleted (book 1 in a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
