If in the crescendo of my anger and pain
You are turned to ash and destroyed
The blame rests upon your shoulders
For you were duly warned
Scoffing at my advice to beware
You turned the handle and released the demon
Willing opened the door
If in my strange song of sadness
Ring out the deadly notes of retribution
I seek rightfully a vengeful solution
To the evil deeds perpetrated
Upon a now dangerous soul
If in my despair
I choose to be no more
The fault grow into a knotted fist inside your brain
Consumptive
Inoperable
The tumor wraps around your thoughts
Which shall turn to madness
No eviction is possible
Reflect upon the words I leave you with when I say
The responsibility is yours
You had received ample warning
Still you opened the door
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
If in the crescendo of my anger and pain
You are turned to ash and destroyed
The blame rests upon your shoulders
For you were duly warned
Scoffing at my advice to beware
You turned the handle and released the demon
Willing opened the door
If in my strange song of sadness
Ring out the deadly notes of retribution
I seek rightfully a vengeful solution
To the evil deeds perpetrated
Upon a now dangerous soul
If in my despair
I choose to be no more
The fault grow into a knotted fist inside your brain
Consumptive
Inoperable
The tumor wraps around your thoughts
Which shall turn to madness
No eviction is possible
Reflect upon the words I leave you with when I say
The responsibility is yours
You had received ample warning
Still you opened the door
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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