feeding demons

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feeding demons

~entangle~ my life story

Rip and mangle ~ ever so gory

Reading back I realized

All the things I despised

With such passion , such sweet hate

Tug this war but it’s to late

Child’s play and tasty candy

Hunky dory and so dandy

Such a lie it’s all too sticky

In my pride I’m too picky

My hunger aches for something more

I see you as such a bore

Lost my interest and my mood

sorry that I seem so rude

Even though I do not mean it

On my face, I’m sure you seen it

Apologies with no meaning

Dirty lies not worth cleaning

So I said it, I just don’t care

Look in my eyes as I stare

No emotion you lost it all

Except I’ll laugh to see you fall

Cracker jack snack in a box

Purple green mixed matched socks

Twist your mind wind up toy

Love the pain , kill the joy

Hang go seek

I saw you peak

Loser, loser you must die

Rot in hell burn and fry

Killer, killer on the loose

In my hand I have this noose

On your neck this lovely rope

I stole your chance of having hope

One last breath it doesn’t matter

Your muffled screams and constant chatter

Makes me laugh with a little giggle

you begin to shake and start to wiggle

Getting tired but you wanted to play

it seems you don’t like my way

I could end this and so fast

but I want this fun to last

Your worthless efforts to just break free

Let me remind you of reality

I’m sick and twisted, the one you hurt

Eat the maggots taste the dirt

Rotting flesh you’ll smell so bad

And you loose all you had

Piles of bones and never mind

All the things left behind

Of course your soul it wasn’t saved

I had some fun and misbehaved

It was corrupted and so yummy

And lives in my demon’s tummy…..

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

kijealy’s Poems (48)

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