Darkened Soul

by ben thompson   Feb 25, 2007


I write in the darkness.
The ambassador of pain.
These atrocities and diseases.
They're my middle name.

Afflicted there are many.
Healed there are few.
When I sink my poison.
You will all be through.

Unspeakable terrible things
That my anger brings out.
Killer with no conscious.
Suffering in mass amounts.

So when your sad and lonely.
And searching for a friend.
In me you've found evil.
In me you've found your end.

So you can hide if you wish.
But your scent I can smell.
The world is wide and vast.
But there are many ways to hell.

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  • 17 years ago

    by eXile

    Sounds like a werewolf story. Great poem, 5 across the board.

  • 17 years ago

    by InAFantasyWorldOfMyOwn

    Loving it, i wish i was that good!

  • 17 years ago

    by Kurt

    Needless to say this is an amazing poem. The only suggestion i have is that in the third stanza you meant to use "you're" instead of your. Other than that brilliant poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by Allison

    I can honestly say that this is one of the best poems I have read in the last month. I loved the way that it flowed and the rhyme scheme was simple, but awesome at the same time. Keep up the good work. *5/5*

    Alyson

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Wow! I was happy to see this make the boards.

    I write in the darkness.
    The ambassador of pain.
    These atrocities and diseases.
    They're my middle name.

    You write so well. The way you can write about anything is a amazing talent to have...Take Care Cindy

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