Dark Poetry: Rejected
Don’t use your honey coated words on me
They reek of the foul venom
That resides within your soul.
How dare you try to dull my sword?
When you deserve every inch of its blade
To carve that festering pustule,
You call a heart,
Right out of your chest
Do not look on me with innocent eyes
When you are as black as the murk
That fills the foul pits
Where Pestilence casts his refuse away
One stare from those soulless orbs
Could steal the light of God himself
And you have already taken
More than enough of me
I should murder you
Right where you stand
But to even touch you
Would taint my soul to its core
So do not speak
Just turn around and walk away
And take your false intentions
Along with you
I could never befriend,
Something as evil as you.
