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Black Elixer
In the chambers I cut open the flesh of others.
I feed on the pain and suffering of others.
Scraping at a sheeple, sawing into them, comforted by their screams.
I need them to feel pain to sustain my own life.
Their own denial of my misery drained me to the ground.
They didn't see the real desire for them to understand.
Since they won't see they can be the subject of sacrifice.
Shackled and chained as I tear at their filthy bodies.
Cutting into them, a satisfying blood flow serves me well.
I break their bones, stretching and twisting them.
The satisfying cracking and tearing of their bodies cures my sickness.
All my life I was made to conform to sheeple.
They tormented me with their poisonous ideas.
Now they shall pay with their lives in sheer pain.
They wouldn't listen to anyone's individuality.
They wanted to live in the dark ages so that's how I'll treat them.
Give their lives and souls as play things.
They are worth nothing but the health I get from their suffering.
I feed on the pain and suffering of others.
Scraping at a sheeple, sawing into them, comforted by their screams.
I need them to feel pain to sustain my own life.
Their own denial of my misery drained me to the ground.
They didn't see the real desire for them to understand.
Since they won't see they can be the subject of sacrifice.
Shackled and chained as I tear at their filthy bodies.
Cutting into them, a satisfying blood flow serves me well.
I break their bones, stretching and twisting them.
The satisfying cracking and tearing of their bodies cures my sickness.
All my life I was made to conform to sheeple.
They tormented me with their poisonous ideas.
Now they shall pay with their lives in sheer pain.
They wouldn't listen to anyone's individuality.
They wanted to live in the dark ages so that's how I'll treat them.
Give their lives and souls as play things.
They are worth nothing but the health I get from their suffering.
Published 22nd Dec 2017
| Edited 30th Dec 2017
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22nd Dec 2017 5:34am
Chilling! The point was certainly achieved here.
"They wouldn't listen to anyone's individuality.
They wanted to live in the dark ages so that's how I'll treat them."
I really, really love this. Their mentality here, for whatever reason, enrages me so very much. Something about this poem strikes me deeply. I often write angry stuff about people like this too, and I feel a sense of camaraderie with you. "It's not a phase mom!" Poetic expression against the tyranny of conformity as never simply a phrase, and personally I've never felt so much kin as I have with others who write like this. Sorry, it's sappy, but reading something raw and potent over this struggle I feel every day gives me comfort. It's as if we need to incessantly fight for our individuality, and they continually become more oppressive and suffocating.
That was long, but needless to say, I feel this and well done.
"They wouldn't listen to anyone's individuality.
They wanted to live in the dark ages so that's how I'll treat them."
I really, really love this. Their mentality here, for whatever reason, enrages me so very much. Something about this poem strikes me deeply. I often write angry stuff about people like this too, and I feel a sense of camaraderie with you. "It's not a phase mom!" Poetic expression against the tyranny of conformity as never simply a phrase, and personally I've never felt so much kin as I have with others who write like this. Sorry, it's sappy, but reading something raw and potent over this struggle I feel every day gives me comfort. It's as if we need to incessantly fight for our individuality, and they continually become more oppressive and suffocating.
That was long, but needless to say, I feel this and well done.
26th Dec 2017 9:01pm
Thank you. I really appreciate your supportive feedback. I'm glad it made you feel better. I know it's a struggle when our individuality isn't respected. We can all be ourselves though.
22nd Dec 2017 10:43pm
26th Dec 2017 9:02pm
