The destroyer and the poet

The Destroyer and the Poet

As i walk with my sorrow through The Valley of death I cry and the tears that I shed kill every leave of grass that they fall upon, they quiver and suddenly turn from bright green to dry brown. With a smile on my ugly face i pick up a rose and feel it's silky pedals it wasn't long until it died on my hands of  blades. Soon after I saw the most beautiful woman that my eyes ever laid on and I loved her with my sorrow self and she loved me with her best of self but as the destroyer I destroyed the love that she gave to me. I'm a toxic entity. My fate has accepted my destiny, the fate of destroying anything that comes across my path. I live in pain so I cry my pain in poetry. I am the odd poet that writes with no grammar or knowledge. I'm just a poet that feels and projects emotions on paper. I am the destroyer and the poet who lives to die and dies to live.