what were you?
were you a poem, like me?
or a collection of colors,
mashed into something distasteful?
were you a collection of code,
strings and variables,
waiting for the right moment
to strike?
perhaps you were created with anger;
sorrow, or jealousy
designed to hurt
born in a fiery rage of vitriol
directed at one, more, or all
your grave lies among thousands like you
but you're gone now
and you can't hurt anyone
anymore
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
what were you?
were you a poem, like me?
or a collection of colors,
mashed into something distasteful?
were you a collection of code,
strings and variables,
waiting for the right moment
to strike?
perhaps you were created with anger;
sorrow, or jealousy
designed to hurt
born in a fiery rage of vitriol
directed at one, more, or all
your grave lies among thousands like you
but you're gone now
and you can't hurt anyone
anymore
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