An angry beast, sterile, still
decays the gut with choking weed.
congesting, foul with dark green hue
if ignored without heed.
Gripped inside the sputum sack
it fuels the flames of hatreds dart
spitting poison at weakened flesh
to pierce the flaccid heart.
An infection, vile, rotten
festers and oozes through the lips
spewing venom, re-brewed and stirred,
feverish as it drips.
A slow demise, steady, sure
spasm's cries of constant pain
sicking up a fountain of death
which foams up to the brain.
A corpse lays, bruised and battered
this evil creature takes it's toll,
So watch out for this ghostly beast
that eats away the soul.
Comments
good one
anymore like this, mand?
Alid
Ha ha :)
No - but I'll look to writing some more in the future! He he
Thanks for droppin in Alid! Muchly appreciated - see you soon.
Love Mand xxxx
Jeepers, Mand!
Such gripping imagery and diabolic subject matter from you! I was literally amazed and entranced! You have done well with this one, young lady!
Hellooo Lonnie - me buddie
Wrote this one awhile ago! - must have been menopausal at the time. He he If there are any psychologists about I think they might have something to say about the dark side of my personality. he he
It's not been my usual type of poem - I think it has come as a bit of a shock!
Nice of you to read and comment Lonnie - it's always good to have your visit!
Love to you
Mand xxxx
Mand
What can I say? Nothing...just feeling the intensity of the said and unsaid...
Much love..
Raj!!
it is somewhat intense isn't it!! probably the most intense poem I've written to date - it even makes me shudder and I wrote it. lol
Thanks for reading Raj - I hope you didn't end up with nightmares!
Love Mand xxxx
Mand
No nightmares here, just pleasantly shocked to read this side of your poetry, which is testimony of your getting more n more versatile.
Much love and best wishes..
Mand
You've lost it gal those men in the white suits is on their way I told them about you as they put me in my lovely white room.
You will like it here you can run at the walls without a care, for they is soft just like me and half the people that write poetry..
Good darkness there Mand well done,
Yours Ian.T
Ha ha
Aaaa the white room - that's serious! lol I'm looking forward to running at the walls - as I cry out in hysterical laughter!. Whaa ha ha ha - being around all that softness might do something for my oft rabid personality. Lol
Digit might have meet his match!
Thanks Ian - Hope to visit you soon!
Love Mand xxx