Poem: Curse upon.
Guess who’s still inhaling?. I got very drunk the other day, which makes me weak. Got me to realise every breath i take, is one less they can take from me. This is more unleashing rage then a poem. You know what? why do i even care, just read it!.
I AM LEGION!.
Curse upon.
Silence the screams, and dim the lights.
Legions have risen and fallen before us.
Perhaps in one men perhaps in hundreds
Yet sharing the mind, tired of the fights.
Salvation at last, uphold me.
Death of souls more then so of the body
Oppressed by their own creation, the fiend.
Now released to run rampant inside me.
Yet feeling alive, unshackled and free.
Embracing the demons.
Attempting to conserve, to enchain the rage.
Blocked not just the pain, but also the heart.
The emotions in mind numbed by the weak.
Blinded by elusions, the plague of this age.
Eyes now open, piercing their souls.
Chapters of life closed but not forgotten to me.
Pasts of torment that cannot be erased, undone.
Yet memories cannot become a dark plague.
Still no room for futures but perhaps there will be.
Heart open, yet petrified.
Fires that will burn, as candles on a grave.
Consuming the souls so stuck in hate.
Slowly releasing the man trapped inside.
It’s my life my heart, It’s my soul I’ll save.
As flames burn inside.
Your words now mean nothing, feel to repent?
It’s too late for you, silence your last rites.
You’re left in my past, enjoy the drop its long.
Hell to welcome you, while my life I spend.
A Curse upon thee.
Legion.