A Tyrant And A Bird
The land before me has lost the touch of mother nature,She is no more...raped by one of her own children,
Trees cry, rivers howl,
One small newborn bird looks up from it's eggshell,
All was ok,
It did not know better,
Quiet is the Earth,
But within' it's core He still remains,
Ruler of them all, sadistic and brutal tyrant,
Humanity shall not breath fresh air anylonger, only the sour stench of decomposing flesh,
The smell of rotten animals and excrement of them hoping for a quik death,
Why won't they understand??
Torment is a way of showing love,
One can only torture someone for so long without killing, out of love,
If you hate, you want to get rid of the pest and finish it quikly,
Combing my hair in my cracked little mirror, I smile,
Surounded by my family, as trofees nailed onto my walls,
They stare at me, mouths open,
Should I feed them??
With what?? The seeds of life?? It won't bring them back...
What is left for me to do,
A lifesource caught my attention, a helpless little bird,
Is that a tear in my eye?? I wonder....
Come fly to me!
But obviously it couldn't, I picked the poor thing up, held it in my hand,
I kissed the babybird, and learned to love it,
Years passed by,
The bird grew to become a strong powerfull condor who was able to carry me on his back and fly across the blood red oceans and through the Mountains Of Agony,
We had great times, we ruled skies and Earths, man and woman,
The son I never had,
But then I realised, my heart is too big,
Loved too much,
Life was not fun anymore,
Who there nibbles my ear??
It feels good, I feel the warm blood dripping from my neck,
I smile, I laugh,
Eyes turn murky,
I find myself laying face down next to a pile of skeletons,
No arm and legs,
I got treated by the same love I showed so many others...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-12-06 at 21:35
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