Old Poem

This is just another old poem. I promise to write something better soon.

Bleed profusely

The embodiment accomplishment

Rendezvous with the roses osmosis under the runaway from my feet perishing phoenix

Devils of men

Part with the dead

The one winged angel

Hangs by a thread

Because his word doesn’t resonate through the hatred

Cause he wasn’t heard as a degenerate merciless without courtesy

And now his bodies bursting, and his brain is hurting

And the line is blurring on his dark heart

And an angels saviour left his chalk mark, and ripped him apart

Diplomatic sporadic apartheid left him wide open

And his soul sold in the snow has no way of coping

Descriptive prolific convicted sickness insidious in the frivolous obedience of the mediums

That doom his grievous seedling of life, and strike strifes tykes upon the sullen figure, and reinvigorate rigour mortise on his torso, and borrow his story, his sorrow, his bone marrow

And sell his soul to the delectable barrows, with which he’ll stay eternally, sterile wrath until ash like a psychopath

Shotgun rat run apocalyptic plight, scripted liquid might, suffocate through nothingness on spite like a light starts a fire higher than a meteorite satellite nightmare heightening the cypher lycanthropic lightning, colossus monster narcotic triceratops philosopher cosmic earth monitor the protege kept the benevolent devils world at bay, rebellion levels the dense apprehensive cities, of a covenant of pity

Rendezvous leprechaun bombardment, argue the target marking the martyr

Execution nutrients, Godslayer’s communism

Bloodbath pacifist, Socrates sarcophagus

Genocide revival tides binding arrival deprived cry of moonshine

Divine revelation, rewind devils nature, grovel radiant, model sapien

Ragnarok animosity

Insatiable artichoke, recreational carnivore, armoured sword, abominable underworld, sunder lord, wonderful

Niflheim mastermind, old-time castaway, ravaging, patterning slathered gathering

Manacled clavicles, Santa Claus animals clattering avalanche expanse experiences delirious materialist  

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.