The Swords Of Hatred

• Artist: RottingChrist666
• Description: this is a poem i wrote, about how i feel about what goes on in me, how i feel.
  (sry 4 the bad spelling)^^
• Date: 01/25/2009
• Tags: swords hatred

Shatard dreams in the mirror, a brused reflection, and a demon replasing my face.

Slaves to this anger, our witherd bodies turn to emptey shells.
Bleeding to breath, hung on meet hooks for ther plesure.

My heart is growing weaker evry day, and i grow more insane.
All these dying souls that lost all hope, that can hang on nomore.

We choke on our blood, with shaterd pieces of glass in our throats.
All alone touterd and affraid we are.
Knowing that the sun will never come, a dying ember in our hearts were the flame used to be.

We cant take nomore bloodshead.
As we die in tears, Satan takes us to hell, were we can die again and again.
No justice, no freedome.

As we die in tears, a river of blood washes us away.
As we die in tears, we cry to god WHY!?!?!?!

Comments

[IRunTrains]

i like this poem

[o--aces--o]

This is a really good poem

[jsonnia_94]

This will be my favorite.

[Zurbaran]

Misspelled words are extremely distracting though in your case this could be a good thing, as the poem itself is woefully dark (in a contrived and puerile way) but not very good. I have to wonder if the subjects of this attempt at prose aren't being "touterd" with more of your poetry. Lucifer himself could devise no greater punishment.

I guess all I can say is better luck next time.