I'm not convinced that I'm that good at poetry, but I'm doing better than most of the people around me! i hate to be negative but writing is a very good way to let yourself flow.Many people use it to express themselves. For each small exert on this post, ill start a new line. the last one, is my reflection of society and how selfish it can be (not always) Yes, you may be inspired by my work, but please do not claim it as your own work. (if you scroll to the bottom of this page, you will notice everything here is copyright.)
Twisted thorns of icy roses
Is what this situation poses
Darker daylight fails to cease
Intense fragments of this belief
Strike like lightning through your anger
Watch how they have been dismembered
Fall forever on broken wings
Listen to the pain they sing
Every soul ever lost to a false execution
Reborn, hearts and mind stand to fight
Never again will they suffer the blackout
The darkest hour which swallowed the night
Within its own expertise.
Like coiled hands, bony, pale and brittle,
The snake curls around something precious and little.
Once more it steals the prey, what was once rightfully theirs.
Like that, you seek revenge yet you never held ownership.
All your dreams are just to far from your grip
Despite all the stares, you only act for what you care.
The snake slithers, away at the end. of another woeful day.
And so do you! So, do you. When will you learn?
This world has nothing for you, only failure standing firm.
Yet the snake will only outdo you, it has better understanding
It only takes what it deserves, not what its demanding
That’s where you went wrong. That’s how you turned into prey.
You became the victim, the snakes very own slave.
Like coiled hands, bony pale and brittle,
The snake curls itself around you, insignificant and little.
Once more you learned the hard way, it is not rightfully yours.
