O! That you know me so well!
The story my shadows tell
A death knell
A dead one
In the light of the the your night-falling words
What manner corpend?
That you would portend
The growing clouds
The viscious wind
The vacuous void
The abysmal end
As you wish
To draw my ire
My flames of burning desire
Engulfing as fire
I shall surely make you feel your bones as ash
Make me now an eater of soul!
My carefully concocted creations
Aiming squarely as arrow in bow
Being drawn as a portrait of your mechanations
Your confusion
Your naiveté
Your goals
All meaningless
All your nothingness
All your dreams to be as I am
You have assaulted my art loving ears
With pure dribble
Tripe and dreck
Trite and dretch
A sketch by an amateur artist
Back-handed and drawing with the left
Make me now an eater of soul!
A hand touching darkness
Grabbing it neatly
And delivering it as it is
To you
On a silver platter
These jaws of a lover
Growing fangs
As you want
Becoming the jaws of hell
Eater of soul
O! That you know me so well!
Based on a series of private messages, from one who wishes to belittle my work. Claiming I write not from the soul. Just a glimpse of the vitriol
INDEED I CAN
Enough layers???? Or maybe too many???