Poisoned Soul

Poisoned Soul

A Poem by vigilantebastard

Poisoned Soul


The poison in my veins is flowing fast,

The more I take the less it lasts.

Familiar ghosts of future’s past,

Burning flags of half mast.

Vivid dreams of all the same,

My disorder said I’m sane.

There’s a sickness in my soul,

A personal relentless private Troll.

There’s a darkness in my heart,

Slowly tearing me apart.

Judgement looms, I know I’m prone.

I hope and pray that I’m welcomed home.

© 2017 vigilantebastard

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This is dark and vividly haunting.. clearly troubled by repeated paths with the same, insignificant outcomes.. lonely, painful, regretful, contemplative. “Burning flags of half mast” this is a good line.. you may not want to capitalize “Troll” since that just reminded me of that creepy movie and I think you’re being more generic here, but still invitingly dark writing.

Posted 7 Months Ago


7 Months Ago

Thanks so much, i didn't even notice about the capital "T".. you are right, i think ill change that... read more
Alexa Apothic Red

7 Months Ago

Oh, I will. Thanks! :)

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Added on August 1, 2017
Last Updated on August 1, 2017



Truro, Cornwall, United Kingdom

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